about to paint a drawing please god don't let me fuck this up
isn't that pretty much how will treats him in the second half of season 2?
i could never be hannibal lecter because i hate lying theyd be like and whats for dinner hannibal and id be like it's beef SORRRYYYYY its actually a guy who i killed and cooked up 😬 are you mad at meee and theyd say no hannibal you told the truth and thats what matters and then we'd all hug
lets scream with mama
rip niko sasaki you would've been so popular on tumblr
The crux of the anti trans movement is a war on bodily autonomy. They don't want you to have any agency over what you look like, how you dress, who you date, whether to have kids, etc.
They want total control over you. Not just trans people. Not just queer people. You. Everyone.
Trans people are just a scapegoat. They want total control over everyone's self expression. They want the right to mold you into their perfect little cog in their dehumanizing machine.
Happy Trans Day of Visibility. Our rights are your rights. Our destruction is your destruction.
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every time i tried to post this i noticed something I didn't like and went back to fix it but doing that repeatedly in traditional art is hell so I'm just gonna close my eyes and click post
when Dead Boy Detectives gets a second season, i want the Night Nurse to be deeply unsettled by Charles -> like- i think she'd have a soft spot for him, absolutely
but also he beat her into the belly of a murderous fish and then completely 180'd on their next interaction
[Charles is sitting cross-legged against the couch in their office, with a new cricket bat on his lap and one of Edwin's books open next to him] [The Night Nurse materializes with a swish of fabric and looks around] Charles, glancing up and grinning: Charlie! What're you doing here? Night Nurse, sighing: I believe I have told you innumerous times by now not to call me that. What are you doing? Charles: Well, my last bat kind of got splintered fighting Esther's giant lass eating snake so- Night Nurse: -in five words or less? Charles, holding it up: Enchanting. A. New. Bat. [He looks at his fingers] Charles: ...Charlie. Night Nurse: I said or less! Oh, never mind, where's your other half? I was under the assumption you two were joined at the hip. . . . Charles, tilting his head: He's out. Night Nurse, taking a deep breath: Out where? Charles: Just out. Why're you asking? [The Night Nurse holds up a file with an incredulous flourish, a perfectly arched brow.] Charles, getting to his feet with a grin: New case then, is it? Brills, I'll take it to him Night Nurse: Now wait just a moment- [He's out through the mirror, file in hand, before she can voice a full protest] Charles: Cheers, Charlie! . . . Night Nurse, straightening out her attire: I am a trans-dimensional being with a lifetime that spans eons. And yet, that boy.. . . . [She clears her throat. Turns on her heel] Night Nurse: ..disturbs me.
Endless compliments to the 173 amazing artists who poured their hearts into this.💛
Here's what we made, with love:
Check out all the frames closely: https://sites.google.com/view/the-best-frames-we-know/home?authuser=1
Every single time I think of Edwin’s confession at the top of the staircase, I get so emotional because of the way Edwin sounds. I’ve never heard a line delivered as perfectly as his “Charles I’m in love with you.” It makes me ache and I feel violently ill every single time I hear it. For so many reasons. He sounds afraid, ashamed, heartbroken, and at the same time it sounds like it’s something that he’s always known despite just realizing it. It breaks my heart and makes me cry. I love Edwin.
RIP Louis de Pointe du Lac. You were the blueprint for tonight's Met Gala.