#btb2020

[ribghoul]

this fuckin guy

[judecopeart]

Isn’t it June ? Yeah, it’s June. It’s 100% June.

A quick little screenshot redraw because i Love These Clowns

[Image ID: Two pictures of the same scene from Bigtop Burger. The first is a screenshot of Penny, Tim, and Billie in the truck looking confused. The second is a digital redraw of the same scene. /END ID]

[evilwriter37]

Got my badge!!! This was a challenging and fun event and I’m glad I took part!

[fangirlshrewt97]

The Old Guard Fic - Hell Is...

Author(s): Fangirlshrewt97

Fandom: The Old Guard

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Allusions to death, loss, grief, mourning, self-hatred

Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt,  Death, Loss, Grief/Mourning, Self-Hatred, Canon-Typical Violence, Regret

Banned Together Bingo Prompt: Hell

Summary: What is hell for these immortals?

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The shame of not being enough.

It is the feeling of having millenia of experience to call from and still not being able to save the one you love the most. It is the sharp taste of blood as you stab and slash and bite your captors. It is the copper glinting from empty shackles, and the wordless screams that echo inside your head. It is dreams haunted by an iron maiden, and eyes that once looked at you with love that now sear you with their fury. It is the sound of your name, in shrieks, in desperation, writhing and moaning and muffled underwater that wrap around your throat and choke you as you live.

The cold passive waters of the ocean.

It is the wandering through the earth until familiar trees give way to unfamiliar cold, to plains that stretch beyond the horizon, walking, dragging yourself towards something you don’t even understand. It is the joy of finding love in your companion, and cursing yourself for the years lost, even as eternity stretches ahead. It is the cremation of your brother, and the truth that you don’t have infinity, that your gift can run out, that your days are numbered. It is the capture by men who lecture on behalf of a God whose words they have twisted to suit their benefit. It is the inability to squirm away from your captors as they stuff you inside your coffin, and the wails that rattle your bones, that tear your throat. It is the disappearance of the sun beneath cold waves, and the assault on your ravaged lungs as you gasp to life for less minutes than you have fingers before you die again. It is the agony of watching through the eyes of a new brother as your lover laughs while you erode beneath the swells.

The fear of being separated from your heart.

It is sharp pierce of a foreign sword spilling your life on holy sand, the smell of blood and feces in a battlefield of bodies. Then, it is the awakening to the land of the living, the resurrection of your killer, the journey away from the war as you run. It is self-judgement of cowardice and weak-will your brain inflicts on you. It is the shame of forging an alliance with the invader, of breaking bread with a man you once held such hatred towards. It is the terror of his first death by hands that aren’t your own, the space between the seconds of your lips meeting for the first time and a death that never comes.

The hatred of one’s self for mistakes that cannot be fixed.

It is the scriptures that condemn a people you had never met, the ugliness rotting the hearts of the clergy. It is the disgust of remembering your pride at representing the Pope, of fighting the good fight, the just battle, the Holy War. It is the remorseless killing of infidels, and then it is the world when you reawaken from death. It is the scorching sun, and the fiery insults from your enemy’s tongue. It is the blisters that form and heal too quickly, leaving bloody footprints behind you that get swallowed by the sand. It is looking at yourself in the mirror as your lover lays in bed, and only seeing the blood you cannot wash away, even after he grants you his forgiveness. This is not an absolution you will ever earn.

The stretch of an eternity spent in solitude.

It is the inability to attend the funeral of your own children, watching from the shadows as they bury your future under six feet of soil. It is the endless combat that is asked of a thief and forger, of death and rebirth and no end in sight to this curse. It is the days spent alongside the longest love story you have witnessed, and feeling the void where your wife used to be. It is the first day you cannot conjure up the smile of your son, or identify the correct shade of blue of your wife’s eyes. It is the nights spent living through deaths that are not yours. It is the offer from a man who uses his own wife as leverage to incite your deception. It is the wound that does not heal, that you placed, that could have killed the most important person in your world. It is the verdict of a hundred years, and the acceptance of the sentence.

The sharp pain of a hidden knife.

It is the judgemental stares of your fellow soldiers, the sudden betrayal of your friends. It is the realization that unconditional loves are not so unconditional, and it is the kidnapping by a stranger as she drives you away from the only safety you know of this land your country has ravaged. It is the suffocation of a a million tons of water above you are you rattle inside a metal cage. It is the knowledge of treachery as you see the empty chambers of the gun. It is the conversation by the fire when you realize your life is not yours anymore, that you died, and you don’t recognize who are meant to be now. It is the ride up the elevator to slay a dragon that was never mean to be yours to face. It is the sharp bite of the wind as you fall, fall, fall, and it is the snapping of your bones as they realign.

[arathejedi394]

tldr banned together bingo mods need to stop and apologize

in case you haven’t heard, the mods of the “banned together bingo” have re-opened their event. i can’t reblog the post detailing their “updates” so:

let’s talk about it. what changes did they make?

they released a new version of the prompts. here’s the link. do you want to read 307 prompts? i doubt it, so i did it for you. i also compared them to a list of their prompts last updated 04/24/2020 to see what changed. here’s the list from april.

i compiled the updated or deleted prompts here. from my tired eyes, 51 prompts changed. 6 were deleted.

six.

what were those six?

now, i’ll admit i might have missed some. sure. let’s talk about the “updated” ones. 45 prompts were updated. you’d think this was good. 45 prompt titles were updated, and one of those (1) had the description updated.

it’s this one:

in case you can’t read that, here’s the lowdown: the first box is the updated title, the second is the original title from April, the third is the updated description, and the fourth is the original description. i’m not saying the original fucking title bc we’ve been told time and time again it’s offensive for a good goddamn reason. this would have been an opportune place for the mods to say a quick “we were wrong to use this word and we apologize.” the updated description says “[offensive word] (a racist term, "interracial relationships" is the preferred phrase and should be used instead).”

here’s how easy it would’ve been to fit an apology in that box: 

“the original prompt was a racist term; the correct term is “interracial” and should be used. we are sorry for including the original term.”

they can’t say that’s too long of a description, here’s another description from the updated list that’s longer: 

“Scenes depicting Egyptian worship rituals because "I don't believe any student should be subjected to anything that has to do with evil gods or black magic." “

let me be perfectly clear. this is one example of the mods of this event being racist apologists. let me remind you, before announcing that the event would be going on hiatus, the mods posted a statement about Black Lives Matter; oh wait, no, they posted a statement saying that they needed to be at a consensus before acknowledging current events.

and then didn’t acknowledge current events.

that post, and every post before their hiatus post, has been deleted, so it’s fully possible for people to reply to me calling me a liar bc i don’t have screenshots. go a-fucking-head, babes. too many people saw it. 

events like these make fandom dangerous for POC creators. fuck, this event is dangerous for creators who aren't christian. the prompts included are almost entirely examples of works that challenged the white, christian, heteronormative, cisgender status quo. and given the way the mods describe them, the prompts aren’t promoting challenging the status quo, they promote the status quo. they support the status quo.

i want to see an apology for every inflammatory prompt included in this bingo. this isn’t a celebration of “anti-censorship,” the prompts are racist, many are heavily pro-christian dominance, and there’s some ableism and homophobia in there, too. i want the mods to apologize for including prompts like “pro-n/zi,” “good j/ws,” “good arm/nians.” GOOD ARM/NIANS??? Y’ALL PULLED MY RARELY DISCUSSED PEOPLE OUT HERE TO PROMPT FICS ABOUT “Present[ing] Armenians in a positive light.” Y’ALL SERIOUS? TURKEY FUCKING DENIES THEY SLAUGHTERED MY PEOPLE AND YOU WANNA WRITE FICS THAT “Present[] Armenians in a positive light” LIKE WE’RE NOT POSITIVE?

i’ve said it before, i’ve said it again. this event is racist. THIS EVENT IS RACIST. THE MODS ARE BEING RACIST. DEFENDING THESE MODS MAKES YOU COMPLICIT.

hate speech is not free speech. being anti-censorship does not mean being pro-hate speech.

[lifblogs]

So I only have 2 of my 25 works in the BTB2020 collections page...

[miniaturemangos]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU, Red Hood/Arsenal (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roy Harper/Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Roy Harper Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, I cannot emphasize this enough, but it's so so so fluffy, I am not responsible for any dental damage inflicted after reading this, Baking, baking mishaps, Confectioner's Sugar, Powdered Sugar, Anniversary, POV Jason Todd, Jason Bakes, Banned Together Bingo, guys its 3 am here, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, in under half an hour, Sugarcoated Gay Story, Featuring actual sugarcoated gays Series: Part 1 of Banned Together Bingo 2020 Fills Summary:

Jason bakes for his and Roy's anniversary, with a sweet little mishap at the end.

[ruffboi-mags]

I got my finalized @bannedtogetherbingo2020 card with my swaps, and it’s a VERY GOOD CARD for me I think.

That said, it’s a PERFECT CARD for an AU that I have absolutely no desire to actually put out into the world because it’s a lot of projection and fucked up shit and also private for me and mine, but... it’s really frustrating ‘cause it’s the absolute perfect card for it.

That said I am VERY excited to start work on it.

I STILL HAVE TO FINISH CH 4 OF BGSA FIRST THO. >:|