CallieHackberry

HeroForge added a sitting option and when I discovered it this sprang unbidden into my brain. Man… now in 3d

submitted by @i-draws-dinosaurs

Lucifer in the comics isn't male.

Gwendolyn plays the Lucifer in the comics.

New breakdown video!

Used programs: Photoshop, Spine Pro, After Effects 

This movie used VENOM at a PRIDE RAVE in its PROMOTIONAL MATERIAL.

This is man and monster and they’re both played by Tom Hardy, who turned the first movie into a monsterfucking movie in spite of the director’s best efforts. This being put out by a studio that saw the response to first movie, kicked the director out, gave Tom Hardy free reign on the script, and hired fucking GOLLUM to direct. And when I refer to Andy Serkis as Gollum, I am not belittling him, but reminding you that this is a man who understands how to portray monsters, and has, in fact, played several.

This, my fellow denizens, is MAINSTREAM MONSTERFUCKERY, and has already turned a profit in its first week.

hey….

nothing you ever read, watch, or participate in will be ideologically pure and without its problems. your quest to consume the most unproblematic material will be, in the end, fruitless. your enjoyment of anything will be sapped away, leaving you a husk starved for media.

 it is okay to enjoy things that have problems to them, so long as you do it critically and with an open mind, and take care to consider others.

This lady just had to sit there and try and come up with something to say in the face of the pure, unadulterated Chaos Energy that is Misha Collins

“Is there a story behind those?”

“Nope.”

#boss baby and his astral projection army carried by indestructible tank with 1000 anime swords

aka me and meat drew the cos and manga ed and als 

Inspired by this post!: https://profoundinqq.tumblr.com/post/636185431570104321/cas-i-pulled-your-motherfucking-ass-out-of-hell

Justin McElroy’s unfortunately scheduled spaghetti tweet getting posted as the capitol was being invaded by right wing domestic terrorists is the only thing that has genuinely made me laugh in the last 24 hours

I mean:

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All Ed can hear is screaming—hundreds of souls all tangled together in a deafening, incomprehensible choir. He’s got no idea how Ling dealt with this shit for so long without totally cracking up. Either he and Greed get along a lot better than it shows, or Ling was just that crazy from the start. Never mind. Now’s not the time to theorize. He’s gotta get in the fight. They have to stop Father now or not at all.

He claps, intending to transmute the cracked and scorched concrete into spikes aimed for that weird energy shield, but freezes at the first glimpse of alchemical discharge around his hands. Red. Right. Better to hold off transmuting until he figures out if there’s a way to avoid using Pride’s goddamn Stone. Instead he shakes his hands free of any tingling and closes the gap to hurl his automail fist at the shield as hard as he can. The impact nearly winds him, as it nearly does anytime he puts that much effort into through the automail around. It sure as hell feels like he did more damage to his arm than to the shield, but whatever. Better he pay out the nose for a new arm when they all survive this rather than risk using the Stone. Winry’ll understand.

[What are you doing?!]

The razor edge of Pride's—self? awareness? what do you call the part of a homunculus that would be called a soul in a human?—batters at his mind like gale force winds. It’s a headache and heartburn and something so much worse than either. He trips over his own feet, or maybe his feet trip over him? He’s not the swirl of shadow and gnashing teeth catching at his heels but it’s still a part of him somehow. He doesn’t know how the transference from Pride’s Stone to outside his body happens but he can feel the ground beneath their shadow and he can feel the shadow pooling in his chest. He’s got a fucking Philosopher’s Stone grafted to his heart and a homunculus oozing around his cardiovascular system. No wonder Greed calls Pride a monster. The Ultimate Shield’s a goddamn party trick compared to this.

He shakes his head, squinting through pain that’s migraine-adjacent. Not now. He’s got bigger things to worry about.

“Forcing you to pick a side!” He hollers, pummeling at the shield again and again, and once more for good measure. Some piece of his hand goes flying. Something grinds in his elbow; scarcely heard, felt through his port like an electric shock of warning. Too bad. He rears back and punches that scrabbling inch harder that really does wind him, at least for a moment.

[You’re insane!]

Ed’s grin is all teeth. Like he hasn’t heard that one a hundred times before?

Teacher swings in startlingly close, bloodied but focused and furious and sprinting faster than he’s ever seen her move. Blue light arcs between her hands, stone twisting like clay with a thought into a pair of swords. Ed has to push down a stupid twinge of jealousy at the display. Her eyes meet his as the light dies. “It’s about time you showed up, Ed!”

Ed tries to warn her but Pride steals back control before he can do more than inhale. “Not quite,” Pride calls out in an absurd, echoing sing-song. The shadow at his feet arcs out and up, a jagged wing that slams between the bristling shield and Teacher’s blades before she can land a hit. She barely skids to a halt in time, spinning on her heel to gawk outrage at him. Ed feels his face twist in a crazed grin, then his vision goes stupid as even more eyes fan out across the shadow.

She’s gonna kill him if they survive this.