The best part of being a fanfiction writer is when you make friends with other fanfiction writers, who show you things they’re secretly working on before AO3 gets to read them. And you’re so excitedly happy for them and their beautiful secret project that it actually hurts a little.
casual intimacy kills me every time. grand gestures are cute and all but seeing two people who are just totally comfortable with having each other in their space, who dont think twice about leaning into each other and thoughtlessly holding each other while doing unrelated things….. thats love
Robert E. Lee himself refused to wear his confederate uniform after the confederacy’s defeat in the American civil war. At his funeral he was not buried in it and no one in attendance was permitted to wear theirs either. He also declared that his confederate battle flag (what we now call “the confederate flag”) never be raised again and that it was a flag of treason.
its weird to think horses were ever ‘prey animals’ because what fucking predator looks at a 8 foot tall ENORMOUS beast with pitch black devils eyes, terrifying teeth and extremely powerful legs and think ‘yeah lets go attack that one’
well moose are still prey animals so
thats fucked up, a moose is like a horse with extra weapons
Why is Poison Ivy always so hypersexualized she’s basically a magic farmer she should be wearing muddy boots and complaining about how corn subsidies are killing agriculture as well as flora biodiversity in the US
They want her to be a forest nymph instead of the stem field eco-terrorist feminist that she is
…I had to draw it.
It also fits because she’s a lesbian, and lesbians wear plaid jackets.
To be fair, the in-universe explanation is so she can attract rich men who devastate the environment to her so she can murder them.
…that would only work the first few times.
I think you’re underestimating the stupidity of horny men.