Faerietale They/them

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[bramblepatch]

Grace explaining sheepishly to Eridian linguists that the reason he uses different pronouns for Rocky than for the rest of the population is that he reflexively defaulted to assigning Rocky the same grammatical and social gender that he himself uses, in a way that has historical precedent but in modern English is considered somewhat chauvinistic and backward, and he's not proud of it but also the habit is pretty deeply ingrained now and unless Rocky objects it's probably easier to just keep on as he has been...

and immediately being informed lol. lmao. do not even worry about it. you have no idea what kind of buck wild grammatical constructs Rocky has invented for you. everyone else addresses you as foreigner/scholar. they're somehow managing to refer to you as their sibling, ward, and semidivine culture hero at the same time every time they talk about you.

[sir-badger]

Star critters ✨️🪸🐋🪼🦑

[ntshastark]

other comic sites for fellow rco orphans (check out the reblog, tumblr seems to be hiding the other post from the tags)

[ntshastark]

Read online:

readcomicsonline.ru

readcomiconline.xyz

readfreecomicsonline.com

zipcomic.com

comics-online.org

Download:

comics-all.com

getcomics.info

newcomic.info

@themasterpostlibrary

@thecomiclibrary

Bonus paid option:

globalcomix.com

(i'd never heard of this site before but from what i've found it's fully legal. It has a subscription model, but you can also buy comics individually and there's a bunch of free stuff too, mostly from small creators)

[altercawie]

clark taking everyone to the beach for a day out and him + the justice gang + lois watching in horror as krypto swings kara around by her foot and skips her across the ocean into the horizon like a flat rock

[sleepyking]

“The last son of Krypton” yeah. Yeah, that’s what Clark is—he’s the last surviving child to be born on Krypton. But he could not be farther from “the last Kryptonian”

And it honestly makes me so mad whenever he’s referred to like that

Because to Clark, Krypton is a concept. It’s an idea. It’s like how we grow up with myths like Atlantis—we have never and (most likely, in our case, but I’d like to hold out hope lol) will never experience it in real life.

And Clark was never really Kal-El; he was always just. Clark Kent. The human boy from Krypton.

And then you have Kara.

Kara Zor-El, who grew up speaking Kryptonese.

Kara Zor-El, who grew up celebrating their holidays.

Kara Zor-El, who grew up eating their food.

Kara Zor-El, who, on the day that she left Krypton, had school the next day.

Kara is the last person alive who remembers a dead planet and actually lived on it.

Whereas to Clark, Krypton was a story, an ideal, a concept, to Kara, it was her entire world.

And she’s just. She’s such a heartbreaking character.

Because, think about it; she was fifteen years old. The ground was shaking. Buildings were collapsing. People were screaming, people were crying, people were scared, people were confused, and people were dying—her people, her friends.

And her parents told her to get into a pod. Told her that she needed to protect Kal-El. Their last request to her was to make sure that he was safe.

And they sent her away.

And she wonders why? Why her? Why, out of everyone, was she chosen to get to live, when everyone—everything that she knew was going to die, and there would be no one left to remember it but her?

And then she’s knocked off course.

And she spends two decades—two long, agonizing decades—alone in the dark.

And then she finally she finally manages to make it to Earth. She hasn’t aged a day—she’s still fifteen years old, and she’s lonely, and she’s confused, and she’s terrified, and she hurts, and she wants to go home, she wants her parents, she wants her friends. But she knows. She knows that she’s never going to see them again.

And when she gets to Earth, she’s still alone. She doesn’t understand what anyone is saying and no one understands her. And she doesn’t find Kal-El. Because Kal-El doesn’t really exist. She finds Clark Kent, all grown up. Clark Kent, older than her. Clark Kent, who doesn’t need her to protect him.

And…she failed. She failed her parents.

She wasn’t there. She didn’t see him grow up. She didn’t protect him, she didn’t keep him safe.

And her home, her family, everything she ever had and everything she ever loved is…gone. But she’s still there.

And she must resent her parents, because who wouldn’t? If they hadn’t sent her away, it wouldn’t have made a difference in her cousin’s life. Really, the only difference that it would’ve made is that she wouldn’t be alone. She wouldn’t be suffering. She wouldn’t have to live knowing that everyone else was dead. She wouldn’t feel the guilt of it.

But she does. She does and she misses it and she misses them and she dreams of it. No matter how long it’s been, she’ll still dream of Krypton, and she will until the day she dies.

Sorry, went off on kind of a tangent there lol. I just love psychology and I love Kara and she’s just so tragic.

[but-a-humble-goon]

The thing about Cass is I can 100% believe she throws herself out of windows without warning to escape awkward social situations on the regular. And if there’re no windows, she makes one. That’s just the kind of character she is.

[deepercaven]

Like, that’s gotta have hurt, right?

[bugsnbites]

Picture it. Decades after the world is saved, a huge alien spacecraft touches down on earth.

Scientist, politicians, and thousands of reporters gather to witness the aliens disembark the ship. A group of boulder-like creatures, clicking and whistling to the humans around them.

One of them raises something large and metallic towards the crowd.

There's an immediate recoil of fear (is it a weapon?!) before the audience realises it's human technology. A laptop, old and beaten and looks like it was put back together by a drunk.

The alien presses a button.

"Hello Earth, this is Doctor Captain Ryland Grace. These guys are Eridians and they're here on a shopping trip. I have a list and no money, but I did save the world so that has to count for something. Number one, salt and vinegar chips. Actually anything potato. Number two, I miss apple juice. Number three,"

[gothamknight06]

Bruce: Why is there a horse in the Batcave?

Dick: That's actually a great question.

Bruce: I wasn't asking rhetorically.

Tim: We know.

Bruce: Then answer it.

Jason: Okay, but you're gonna be really mad.

Bruce: Jason, there is a horse standing next to the Batmobile. I am already really mad.

Damian: Father, perhaps you should focus on the fact that the horse is exceptionally well-behaved.

Bruce: Damian, why are you defending the horse?

Damian: Because he has done nothing wrong.

Bruce: HE'S IN THE BATCAVE.

Dick: Technically, we brought him in.

Bruce: WHO IS "WE"?!

Dick: Team effort.

Tim: Against my will.

Jason: That's not true. You contributed.

Tim: I contributed because if I didn't, you would have killed yourselves.

Bruce: Start from the beginning.

Dick: Okay, so we were on patrol—

Jason: Already a lie. We were getting tacos.

Dick: We were getting tacos while on patrol.

Jason: That's still not patrol.

Tim: Can we stay focused?

Bruce: Please.

Dick: Anyway, we were getting tacos and Damian saw a horse.

Damian: A magnificent horse.

Jason: It was just some random horse.

Damian: Silence. You lack vision.

Tim: It was standing in a petting zoo.

Damian: A prison.

Dick: Damian decided he wanted to pet it.

Jason: Then the horse started following us.

Tim: For six blocks.

Bruce: And none of you thought to call animal control?

Dick: We did.

Tim: No, we didn't.

Dick: I thought about it.

Bruce: That's not the same thing.

Jason: Then Damian named the horse.

Bruce: Of course he did.

Damian: His name is Lord Waffles.

Bruce: No, it isn't.

Damian: It is now.

Bruce: Then what happened?

Tim: Lord Waffles became emotionally attached to Damian.

Bruce: How do you know?

Tim: He kicked Jason every time Jason got close.

Jason: Three times.

Dick: Four.

Jason: The fourth one barely counts.

Bruce: So instead of calling someone, you brought the horse here?

Dick: In our defense—

Bruce: There is no defense.

Dick: Fair.

Tim: Actually, there was a problem.

Bruce: What problem?

Tim: The horse refused to get into any trailer.

Jason: Or truck.

Dick: Or van.

Damian: Because he trusted only us.

Jason: No, because he's stupid.

Damian: Say that again and I shall feed you to him.

Bruce: And your solution was the Batcave?

Tim: It wasn't my solution.

Jason: It was Dick's solution.

Dick: It was Damian's solution.

Damian: It was Jason's vehicle.

Jason: TRAITOR.

Bruce: How did you even get a horse into Gotham?

Jason: Batmobile.

Bruce: ...

Bruce: You put a horse in the Batmobile.

Dick: To be fair, it was really funny.

Tim: It was not.

Jason: It was a little funny.

Damian: Lord Waffles enjoyed the ride.

Bruce: I don't even know how to respond to that.

(A loud CRASH echoes from deeper in the cave.)

Bruce: What was that?

(Everyone suddenly avoids eye contact.)

Bruce: What. Was. That.

Tim: Hypothetically?

Bruce: Not hypothetically.

Jason: The horse may have found the giant penny.

Bruce: The horse found the giant—

(Another crash.)

Dick: On the bright side, he's having a great time.

Bruce: ALFRED!

Alfred: Yes, sir?

Bruce: Why are you calm about this?!

Alfred: Because, Master Bruce, this is the fifth strange animal they've brought home this year.

Bruce: Fifth?!

Alfred: The fourth if you don't count Master Jason.

Jason: Wow.

Dick: That's fair, honestly.

Tim: Yeah.

Jason: I hate this family.

(Lord Waffles neighs loudly.)

Damian: You hear that? Even Lord Waffles disagrees.

Bruce: I'm going to bed.

Tim: It's three in the afternoon.

Bruce: Goodnight.

[notaslxcalart]

A VERY thrown together tutorial/walk-through of how I made my very own Brush Buddy

Hey guys!! Some folks wanted me to make a guide on my brush buddy, so here goes nothing! First, the materials used are primarily stuff I had already lying around, and it’s 100% recycled materials.

Everything will be below the cut!

Materials used:

~ articulated doll “skeleton”, (mine came from a pose able cat tail buttplug) but you can find them here

~ crafting wire, I used two different thicknesses. (12g,24g)

~ sewing thread & needle

~ plastic wrap/saran wrap

~ duct tape

~ needle-nose pliers or anything to help bend the wire

~ white crafting felt

~ batting

~ fur fabric, we used a short pile fabric that was lying around

~ HOT GLUE GUN (my beloved)

ALRIGHT, HERE WE GO.

I didn’t take many initial pictures (sorry!)- but I used a 12g wire to wrap them around the skeleton for his arms and legs, and then on top of that thicker wire base I wrapped some 24g wire around to “strengthen” them.

I also made his toes from the thinner wire!

From here I cut strips of crafting felt, like the picture below. The thin strips made it easier to wrap and glue around the body.

From this point, my husband took over and bulked up the rest of his body with strips of batting (like quilting batting)

No photos of the paws/feet, but we wrapped embroidery thread around his feet to cover the wire- not too thick though so his feet remain articulated!

Here’s after he was wrapped in batting! Now onto patterning the fur out! We used the tried and true Saran Wrap and duct-tape method and it helped us make sure his legs weren’t super bulky.

The body was done in a similar fashion, but it was mostly just a tube of fur!

(Photo max hit 😭)

The last two photos are just my husband putting the eyes on and sewing him up! And Voila- Brush Buddy!!

I’m not sure how helpful this will be for folks, but this was mostly just a labour of love and ADHD hyperfixation + ignoring my chores lol.

If y’all have any questions or need clarification please do not hesitate to send me a message or an ask!

Woe, brush bug be upon ye.

[ninicure]

Th stupid brothers

[a-bad-case-of-the-stephs]

Her internal monologue calling out to ‘bad silence’ without any previous reference to good/bad silence but still gesturing to it like an established idea… do you think she - 16 and dumb in a bright red skirt and headband - used to categorize him like that. Good silence, bad silence. What does that hum mean. Is this the kind of twitch of his shoulders which means she’s made him smile or the kind that gets her dismissed without a thought in the cold of the night. Again. Is that exhale exasperation or good humor. Always checking, was that a good silence, or a bad one.

[arrow-ettes]

thought I'd try my hand at this format

[jiiin22]

the bravest human

[itsnicsalad]

brain grace,,, grain

[masterattendanthuang]

yj98 full art under cut

[rensiiie]

for new year i think there should be more content of them