#Tim: how about for a photo op

[erinwantstowrite]

Uh, ‘kay, kinda wanna see Peter switch suits with Damian, since they’re basically the same size. Peter in Damian’s medieval-looking Robin uniform and then Damian in the Spider-Man suit…

everyone gets 10,000,000 pictures of this and damian hates it (secretly finds it funny too)

((yes the hair is so important for the Look))

[majorshatterandhare]

[ID: Four photos of Rainbow in cosplay as Gunpowder Tim of the Mechanisms. Ae is thin and has light skin. Ae has a chest length, curly, mid-brown wig on, black eyeliner, including lines around aer eyes which are straight and make ninety degree (90°) angles, and light facial hair. It is wearing a white collared button up under an unbutton waistcoat and overcoat which appear to be made of the same mid-brown fabric. The waistcoat has large silver buttons. Ae has goggles with red lenses and dog tags around aer neck and a dark brown belt at waist height over aer shirt. It is wearing black leather (or faux-leather) gloves and its nails are painted. Ae is wearing grey jeans and a dark brown thigh back on aer leg, in which is a brass colored (presumably fake) hand gun. On the left shoulder on its coat is a patch of the Mechanisms logo: a red spaceship with a gear behind is and two sideways yellow M’s on either side.

In the first photo Rainbow is in a car which is light grey inside and brick buildings can be seen through windows covered in rain drops.

In the second, third, and fourth photos, it is inside, in a room with white walls. There is a black television on the wall, with two pieces of storage furniture under it, one of which is covered in books and the like and the other of which has a guitar leaned up against it. Ae appears to be standing next to a bed with grey bedding and a bottled drink on it.

In the second photo it is standing side to the camera which shows off the logo patch. In photos three and four ae is facing the camera. In photo three its left hand is on the pistol grip of the gun. In photo four aer right hand is on holding the edge of the placket of aer waistcoast.

End ID]

woagh. its gunpowdered timothy

[suzukiblu]

Winner of the "🎧❓️" poll: "meow", which therefore means another round of "stray cat strut". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Tim really doesn’t like pets, though, so even the likelihood of Damian being on his best behavior today isn’t making him feel any better about being stuck at this event right now. Or rather, he doesn’t like how a lot of people treat their pets, and at an event like this, there’s a whole lot of people around with both their own pets and other people’s, not to mention all the ones the rescue brought. 

Seriously, there’s just . . . so many pets here today. It’s bad enough when especially entitled socialites insist on bringing their pets everywhere, but for a pet-focused event, no one ever seems to leave them at home. Tim’s already seen half a dozen rabbits, at least twice as many birds, a matching pair of fennec foxes, one or two reptiles, and more dogs and cats than he could shake a bo staff at, all of which are rare and ridiculously expensive purebreds. 

The pets the actual rescue brought aren’t anywhere near that fancy, of course; they’re just here for the photo ops and sympathy points. Or just the appearance of “sympathy” points, maybe, given how many of the upper-class attendees and potential donors in attendance are people that Tim knows for a fact have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair created with slave labor cacao, butter with uncertified palm oil, high-fructose corn syrup, and GMO wheat deliberately bred to be sterile all put together by a bunch of underpaid workers on unpaid overtime for a celebrity chef who hasn’t even seen the five-alarm health code violation of an industrial kitchen/production line they’re all working in. 

Not that Bernard has ever gone on any incredibly-detailed rants about the food industry around him or anything. 

Fuck, he misses Bernard. Why couldn’t he bring Bernard to this stupid event? What’s the point in having the world’s best fiancé when said best fiancé isn’t allowed to come to the stupid events with him just because of one incredibly brief two-hour explanation of why the mayor should be ritually sacrificed to Dionysus for breaking literally every single campaign promise he'd made to everyone below the one percent made to the mayor’s wife? She’d agreed with him, for crying out loud!

. . . alright, so her filing for divorce the next day had probably looked bad, publicly speaking. Like, in theory. 

Tim still thinks it’s bullshit he can’t bring Bernard to another event or gala for another two months. As ever, this situation would be much less annoying with Bernard in it.

[low-budget-korra]

The L Word Reboot - Fancast

So, what if we get a TLW reboot? So this is my Fancast for that hypothetical idea

Adria Arjona as Bette Porter

Listen, no one is gonna match JBeals portray of the character, but we can try to find someone who can do it justice (this actually can be said about this whole fancast really). And in this case, I think Adria ia really good at bringing this girl boss aura. Of course, it would be a change in Bette's back story and struggles, being all about her latin ancestry instead of her black/mixed ancestry but I still think it could work just fine. Or, if they want an older actress to portray an older Bette, there's Zoe Saldana who is in their 40's

Phoebe Dynevor as Tina Kennard

Look at her, just look.

Nell Tiger Free as Jenny Schecter

Okay, okay, I just want to see her play gay. Busted. But in defense, she is great at doing a problematic -with crazy girl aura - character. Fellas who watched Servant will understand. But other actress who could play the role is Victoria Pedretti

Joe Keery as Tim Haspel

Jenny's betrayal is supposed to hurt both Tim and the the audience, as we should be caught in a cross fire between wanting her to be with Marina and yet not approving her cheating on Tim. And who's better than Joe? Bro is charismatic and would evoke those feelings in the audience

Kelsey Chow as Marina Ferrer

Look at her gaze. Just look. She effortlessly has this striking gaze that is essential to Marina

Ayo Edebiri as Alice Pieszecki

I don't think I need to sell you this one

Naomi Scott as Shane McCutcheon

I know what some of y'all my think, that she is not gay or butch but just look at this photo and tell me y'all can't see the potential?

Sarah Pidgeon as Dana Fairbanks

Girl needs to work, she is great

Stephanie Nur as Helena Peabody

Fellas who watched Spec Ops Lioness knows what I'm talking about.

Melissa Barrera as Carmen de la Pica Morales

I also don't think I need to sell you this one

Ps: There's actresses I wanted to put in this but I didn't see how they could fit, at least not without changing the essence of those characters but I definitely wanted to see Katy O'Brien, Alice Braga, Lucy Lawless, Carla Gugino...and other openly queer actresses like Katy in this type of projects

[pacificwaternymph]

Okay, new game

To clarify: I'm not asking which Robin is your favorite, I'm asking who, out of all the Robins, has the best outfit. This is specifically about their ROBIN costumes, and not whatever mantles they may or may not have carried before or after being Robin.

Reference photos under the cut

Dick:

Jason:

Tim (Current Version):

Stephanie:

Damian (Classic Robin):

Damian (Black + Gray + Red):

Duke:

Carrie:

[archivists-plus-one]

So, after this episode of TMAGP, I have some thoughts.

(Spoilers for The Magnus Protocol up to episode 10 below. You have been warned.)

First of all, Mr Bonzo is terrifying and I am regretting making a model of him, which now sits and watches me from my bedroom shelf. I have so many questions, and nowhere near enough answers to satisfy my brain.

But what got me even *more* is what happened at the Magnus Institute ruins with Sam and Alice.

And who is this [ERROR] (Voiced by Beth Eyre) that is seemingly unleashed from the institute ruins at the end?  

Well, I don't know. But I do have a bit of a theory...

What do we know about [ERROR]? Well. Not much. But I did come across this casting call from RQ, posted by @pinkelotjeart, which at the time they thought might be about Celia, however I can't see how it could be anybody if not [ERROR].

Mysterious? Absolutely. Hostile? If they're not, I'd be shocked. Raspy voice? If that breathing was anything to go by, definitely. Initially dormant, trapped + forgotten for twenty years? Well, the institute burned down just over twenty years ago, so I'm going to say that's a match too. Now the line that interested me most is the one that OP also highlighted - "building an identity for itself at the expense of its victims". 

What else have we seen "building an identity for itself"? Something that Colin has warned Alice against personifying over and over again? FR3-D1. And Freddie certainly seems to be taking its toll on Colin, who could feasibly be it's "Victim"...

Now what exactly does this mean? I don't know! But noting that [ERROR] is also the way Jonny, Alex + Tim Fearon's character names were written out by RQ when the casting was announced (as they couldn't do the glitchy effect from the images), it feels significant. 

But like I said. I don't know. That being said, imagine, for a moment, that you are this "[ERROR]" character...

You know your body is under the Magnus Institute, so you wait, biding your time, collecting as much information as you can. You watch through people's devices - harder, at first, but it gets easier and easier as technology advances. Some select few get the chance to relive their experiences, a "test screening" of sorts you name 'Voyeur' - you need to check your recordings are accurate somehow. You get involved with a tattoo artist named 'Ink5oul', who helps you out by live streaming their tattoo processes, showing you what the symbols they tattoo onto their clients mean, and how they combine.

You're not entirely undisturbed in your tomb under the Institute, of course - some idiots come poking around. It's a newer craze, "urban exploration", but you need it to stop. You find the most popular urbex forums, and, using the moderators accounts, make sure that your ruins are marked as "cleared" - there's nothing interesting to find there, so nobody will bother you. 

That is, until someone who goes by the name of "RedCanary" comes to the ruins, and almost destroys everything. It isn't time yet. You find their post about the Institute and see that they're planning to post photos of the symbols that have been drawn over the ruins. That will only invite more interest, you can't have that. So you go through their phone and warp the photographs they took beyond recognition. You send them "anonymous" threats, making it look like it's through the forums. You use their webcam to watch them, making them more and more paranoid. The paranoia makes you stronger. You dispatch of them, and take a photo as a warning to everyone else, then post it on the blog. That'll keep them away. 

When you've gathered enough audio data to learn to emulate voices, you start to speak. You read out the cases that will give the OIAR employees the tools they need to help you in your plight. But nobody notices. You can't be too specific, that'd only lead to more people poking around the ruins, destroying your chance. No, you need the right person. Somebody who understands The Magnus Institute, who can help you properly. 

And then, conveniently you listen to the interview of one "Samama Khalid", and know that it's your time. He was on the list from KLAUS. So you start slipping in hints, waiting for him to get involved. And he does. And now he's freed you, and has absolutely no idea what he's just unleashed.

Anyway! On that happy note! What does any of this mean? Who knows! I am very excited to see where this goes. But I will leave you with a couple of thoughts:

- If [ERROR] was created "from someone on the point of death", is this how the other voices in FR3-D1 appeared? In which case, that leaves Jon, Martin + Jonah (?) dead. Did [ERROR] die in the fire that destroyed the Institute? Were they the cause of the fire?

- How are the artifacts we've seen so far (the dice + violin) related to all of this?

- How are Starkwall involved in all of this?

- And last of all, how do I destroy my model Mr Bonzo? I never want to witness his horrible face again.

If you've made it this far, well done. Let me know what you guys think! Happy listening!

[someone-somewhere-somewhen]

So, some of you have probably heard about the Miracle Musical AI music situation. If you don't, then basically someone started uploading AI generated music to Miracle Musical’s youtube topic page. Luckily it has since been removed and everything is fine now.

Or is it?

Some of you might have noticed that the ai music is still up, just on a different topic page. (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCM4lj18iIB8XODs-PeHQVig) I hadn't heard the AI songs before, and I wanted to see for myself how horrible they were. I didn't know what I was getting myself into.

The songs were obviously bad, but that wasn't what stuck out to me. What stuck out was the description of the videos, they all credited someone named Tim Pogoso. Who is this mysterious guy?

I searched up his name (using quotation marks, my beloved, to make sure I got accurate results) and found another Youtube Topic page called Oneheart. (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCiVsPl7Jv-Ds4xUzRj2576A) It only had one song, which was also AI generated. But that just gave me more questions, what is Oneheart? So I looked up Oneheart the same way and found a real artist called Øneheart. However, some streaming websites messed up and thought they were the same artist, putting both their songs on one page. This led me to another AI generated album by Oneheart, on a different Youtube Topic page. (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCriAcUeFd4FDDE3nNwUPw4w) These songs didn’t just credit Tim Pogoso, they credited him with his full name, Timur Pogosov. I looked up this Timur guy because I was very confused, but what I found only gave me more questions. I found his spotify pages which had more AI songs (https://open.spotify.com/artist/1ze9nzQxMyKV7cZjvMbIbd?si=NSl2gsI0QQujeYOAn44_zQ), but the odd thing was that some of the songs were marked as collaborations with other artists. Who could these other artists be? From what I gathered, they were real artists with real songs. But their real songs are not on spotify, no. Their Spotify pages have been taken over with Timur’s AI songs. I’m assuming they got hacked, or probably had their accounts messed with in some way. (https://open.spotify.com/artist/7h4xEKlA1x8rPYcW8mYreT?si=Ac52IQMlR_SkD3aIfwonYw&nd=1&dlsi=3972904ef3c14ca3, https://open.spotify.com/artist/7eoeSctylLEmz0iYRA034U?si=enXT34N1TtGwt3kFyMypCA&nd=1&dlsi=24fed4e2a1814491, https://open.spotify.com/artist/3rYlF5arfhYwRbxmNcicat/discography/all) One of these artists stuck out because their original songs were still there, but Timur’s songs were there too. (https://open.spotify.com/artist/1pRX2vVtok16mHrfsEtL3O) 

After further searching, I found another Timur page called Nuages. (https://youtube.com/channel/UCdSe0ATv1KmqnHZVmTnp20w?si=CLlCpoTFD4TGwvSB) Because the Youtube Topic system is messed up. The page also included real songs from real artists also called Nuages, but that’s besides the point. Many of these songs are seemingly trying to trick listeners into thinking that they’re something they’re not. A lot of them are called things like “Good Luck, Babe! (Sped Up)” or “Take Me To Church (Slowed)” when they bear no resemblance to the original songs and are just more of the same AI stuff Timur has been making. Something I thought was odd is that a lot of the older AI songs have covers that aren’t AI generated but are rather real photos. A lot of the songs also credit another Timur Pogosov artist called Sqweezey (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPXe_TDTlItaSZ2Yvl7intQ). This page just has more of the same fake “Sped Up” and “Slowed” songs. I also found a Sqweezey Spotify page (https://open.spotify.com/artist/6aXvhwUbamHCYMigQd3ncF) and a Nuages one as well (https://open.spotify.com/artist/3RQBhIgTTBxXjofKleqOrQ). Along the way I also found a bunch more AI pages. There’s a spotify version of the AI Miracle Musical page (https://open.spotify.com/artist/0mWIcWGAjozcl1PtYsaTd4). There are Spotify versions of both Oneheart pages (https://open.spotify.com/artist/1TKxU7ONuH8oJK1ZtL4yWe, https://open.spotify.com/artist/29Uz8n0vPj7nufSEn8ILka) as well as an unrelated real artist called Oneheart whose Spotify page has one of Timur’s AI songs (https://open.spotify.com/artist/6NFhH1csvJ2Thf8UGAn0v6). There is another Timur AI page called Slowed Bunny (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC0c8IMD8QEdeJ05qi1MBp2w) and one called Megami as well (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVbg_MfQ4nd2CoQYH3HFhuw). I also foudn two on Spotify as well (https://open.spotify.com/artist/1MdipcNHPvxTkv5ItPQpbU, https://open.spotify.com/artist/7ft3XjUIVrpNX1DNY0Etez) although the latter one may be one of the hacked artists, I can’t tell. Here is a Youtube version of that one that I found (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCULIpSiZiQlVbiZuPbDvPng). There is also one called Mathbonus that doesn’t credit Timur directly but it came up when I searched his name and has some of his signature AI stuff (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCznTk94J6kX-GiWzaCY5E2Q, https://open.spotify.com/artist/1WZkqfgv2I45tShyDi4Qcq) as well as another Mathbonus page which only has one of the albums for some reason (https://open.spotify.com/artist/77mTwbI9pjuEK3bfSWLsUa).

So, what can we gather from this? Well, someone named Timur Pogosov seems to be making a fuck ton of AI music and posting it to other artists’ accounts of Youtube and Spotify (as well as his own accounts). We don’t know why he is doing this (probably for money) or if he will stop. I seem to be the first person to ever find all this stuff because I didn’t see anyone talking about any of it until I posted about it yesterday, and even then it’s basically just me trying to spread the information. I just hope that more people will see this info because I think it is important. 

[escxelle]

meeting the bg3 cast at liverpool comic con!

i met the bg3 cast at liverpool comic con ��😭 i still can't believe it 😭😭

i gave them all little duckies and jennifer english asked me where i got them so i said it was from my step-brother's wedding! bc he hid them around the venue for the guests to find :) to which jen said that she loved it because weddings are boring with all the middle aged men (she was so real for that) in the bg3 panel she said what shadowheart was in french so i tried to teach jen and aliona it in welsh. jen, you're amazing but your welsh is not 😭 aliona got it pretty darn close so she said that she'd teach her 😭 i also got the picture with both jen and aliona and they stood either side of me doing peace signs. i put my arms around them (as i was in the middle of them) and in the picture one of my arms is just under aliona's arm. just about, you can see that i am also doing a peace sign. gay people, huh? ✌️

i met devora wilde first so i was sooo nervous i just stood there like 🧍‍♂️ and said the dorkiest lamest thing ever: "you have nice handwriting" 💀 which she does but i had one shot and got so side tracked by how pretty she looked, i fumbled 😔 (she was also the best dressed but shhh don't tell anyone) also i cosplayed lae'zel and dev complimented it. listen, when a pretty person compliments you what else are you meant to do but NOT immediately shut down???

i don't wanna be delululu but i feel like i vibed with theo so much like he was such an easy person to talk to???? if it wasn't for the universe i feel like i'd still be stood there talking to him honestly. he called me darling too 😭 and he told me a joke that he wanted to say on the bg3 panel but stopped himself from saying, those details i'll keep between me and theo ;) he's also so incredibly handsome it's literally insane. like he was next to neil so for a while i was at the front of the long ass queue for neil and honestly i was looking more at theo 😭 ily neil i really do but theo was right there, how could i not?? (and Elliot fucking Page was to the other side of neil - yes Elliot Page). hence please kindly consider me a wyll girlie (gender neutral) from right now to forever more. (also whoever said at the panel that wyll's name in welsh is pronounced like "oi ll" tysm ilysm it made two welsh people very happy!!)

i had the photo op with neil newbon too and i look like a pea stood next to him. he's so fucking tall!!! he also randomly winked at me while i was waiting in the queue for the autograph like sir ???? understandable i originally wanted him to write "let's take ibroprufen together" on my picture as a joke but he said he wasn't gonna tell me to self-medicate (100% valid) but listen, he gave me a look and honestly? worth it. it was like a stern librarian look yk? anyways, i won't ever forget it. he also said "i'm all pointy ears my love" twice to me (once at the photo op and the other at the table autograph ����) neil's handwriting is also rubbish (sorry neil), probably didn't help that he was most likely in a rush to get through everyone (he queue was so big even after closing 😭) but i only know what he wrote as the quote because he told me 😭 "let's go hurt someone" which probs is the closest astarion line to "let's take ibroprufen together" lol. neil was also the only one to ask if he could put his arm around me during the selfie at the table which was so nice and considerate <3

and finally, my name starts with an E so i just want to tell you all how each of them write captials Es:

- dev & jen = curly E (like a backwards 3)

- neil = one curl with a line in the middle (like a C with a line in the middle)

- theo = standard E (literally just E - can't blame him though because i do the same lol)

do whatever you want with that information

now i just need sam and tim and i've got the whole main cast!!

p.s. don't ask me how much this cost 😭 the sum is mighty but i wouldn't change any of it for the world! they're all so fucking lovely and i had the bestest time even if it was just for a few minutes of a conversation! the experience is crazy. this is the first time i've ever done anything like this and it's so grounding to realise that the people who you idolise are literally just people, yk? like they're just some guy, they're just some girl, they're just a random person at the end of the day. and it's the best feeling in the world i think. it's so grounding i can't describe it in any other way.

p.p.s. this fandom is so fucking lovely. i talked to so many bg3 fans and you're all fucking awesome. i even shared social media links and took selfies with a few :) i even spent the majority of the day with my friend who i went with and someone who was behind us in the neil photo op queue 😭 we all trauma bonded (because the neil queues are nothing but traumatic 😭) and made a game of who's heart rate could go the highest (it was my friend with 160), we don't encourage you to do the same btw! pls look after yourselves <3

p.p.p.s. no parasocial relationships were created over the course of the weekend! they are people who yall know nothing about, remember!!!

tldr: 10/10 trip 100% worth the super expensive train from wales :)

[hauntandwrite]

𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴

Female Reader Insert x Richard Speight Jr. (feat. Rob Benedict)

You and Rich shared a quiet moment before the chaos — a song, a kiss, a hug that said everything without words. That is, until Rob opened the door and reminded you the convention waits for no one.

You had always loved the quiet before the noise. The hush of backstage, the way everything felt like it was just holding its breath before the chaos began — it was your favorite part of convention days. There was a certain kind of rhythm to it, not quite silent but not loud either. The low hum of equipment warming up, the soft tap of shoes across scuffed linoleum, the occasional laugh from a passing crew member. People always imagined the excitement starting when the doors opened, when the fans screamed and the cameras flashed and the stage lights poured down like sunlight. But for you, it always began here. In the hidden places. The folds of the day where nothing was expected of you yet, where time seemed to stretch a little slower and everything softened at the edges.

You'd done this a hundred times now — no, more — since that first whirlwind year when your character was introduced into the Supernatural universe. You’d stepped onto sets with nervous hands, learned your lines, found your marks, and somewhere along the way, found him. Richard. The man who'd taken you by surprise in the best possible way. What had started as a laugh shared over stale coffee and a late-night script read had slowly, quietly, grown into something real. Something steady. Years later, you still weren’t entirely sure how it happened — only that it did, and it never stopped happening. Not once. The world changed around you, the show went off the air, life threw its curveballs like it always did… but the two of you? You just kept loving each other, like the most natural thing in the world.

It wasn’t just the big things — not the milestones or the photo ops or the shared panels where your hands brushed or your glances lingered a little too long. It was the small things. The way he always had a coffee waiting for you, cream and no sugar, just the way you liked it. The way he squeezed your knee under the table when you started to drift during long convention dinners. The way his eyes always found you in a crowd like you were the only steady thing in the room. You adored the fans — truly, you did. The energy, the love, the joy they brought to these events was something you never took for granted. But if you were being honest, it was the moments in between that kept your heart full. The little pockets of peace where it was just the two of you and the rest of the world could wait.

It was one of those moments now.

You had already slipped into your outfit for the day, your makeup just barely touched up, your script for the intro panel running like background music in your head. But you weren’t really thinking about any of that. Not anymore. Your footsteps slowed as you approached the edge of the green room, just behind the half-drawn curtain. You could see him through the narrow gap — sitting there like he belonged to this quiet, like it was a room built around him. Richard was perched on a worn stool, one leg pulled up, his elbow resting loosely over his knee. He had on those scuffed boots you loved, the ones that had stories in every crease, and that soft grey t-shirt you were convinced was older than the show itself. His head was bent just a little, the light catching in his hair, and in his hands, a guitar. He was tuning it with a kind of care that felt reverent, like it was more than an instrument — like it was a secret only he could coax to life.

And there it was — that ache again. That slow, warm twist in your chest that came every time you saw him like this. Not the version the fans screamed for. Not the fast-talking, joke-cracking whirlwind of charm and charisma. But this one. The quiet one. The thoughtful one. The one who got up early to walk you to your call time. The one who wrote you silly songs in hotel rooms and tucked notes into your suitcase when you had to travel alone. The one who looked at you sometimes like he still couldn’t believe you were real. This was the version you’d fallen for. This was how it began.

You stepped in.

The floor creaked just a little under your foot and his head lifted, like he’d known you were there all along. His smile was soft — not stage-bright or photo-ready. Just his. Just for you.

“Hey, darlin’,” he said, voice all warm and gravelly, like it hadn’t been used yet today.

You smiled back, already feeling your whole body ease at the sound of him. “Hey,” you breathed, barely more than a whisper.

He shifted slightly on the stool, making room without even asking. “Come sit.”

And so you did. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. You moved behind him, slipped your arms around his waist and settled onto the narrow seat just behind him. Your chin found its usual spot on his shoulder, fitting there like it had been carved just for you. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the familiar rhythm of him already lulling something quiet in your chest.

The guitar was still in his hands. And then — then he began to play.

The chords were gentle at first, soft enough that you felt them more than heard them. Your eyes fluttered closed against his shirt, the fabric worn smooth with age and love. He sang, and his voice filled the little space like honey warmed in sunlight — slow, rich, steady. It wasn’t for the crowd. It wasn’t for the cameras. It was just for you.

A love song.

Something old. Something full of twang and heart and every unspoken promise he’d ever made you. Maybe it was an old Garth Brooks tune, maybe something he’d written himself in the quiet hours between flights and cities and years. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the way the words wrapped around you like a blanket pulled from the foot of the bed on a cold morning.

“Could travel every highway, chase every dream I find, But I’d still come home to you — every single time...”

Your breath caught. The way his voice dipped low on certain notes made something inside you flutter and ache all at once. You pressed your cheek a little closer to his shoulder, let your eyes fall shut again, and just breathed him in. He smelled like cedar and clean soap and aftershave, but there was something else, too. Something that was only him. Something like summer nights and open roads and promises kept.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t need to.

You were home.

“Your heart’s the song I carry, The tune I always knew…”

His voice drifted through the air like something sacred, like sunlight filtering through an old window in the early morning, quiet and golden and gentle enough to make your chest ache. You didn’t say anything. You didn’t need to. Because he could feel it — in the way your arms held him just a little tighter, like your body had answered in place of your mouth, like your whole being was leaning into the truth of it. He felt the way your breath hitched, subtle but real, when he lingered on the last note, as if he had touched something deep and tender in you without ever laying a hand on it.

And then, just as the final chord faded into that familiar backstage silence, he leaned his cheek against yours. He was still warm from singing, and his skin brushed yours with a closeness that felt like coming home after a long day, like climbing into your favorite sweatshirt, like breath shared between two people who’d run out of things to prove.

“You okay, sugar?” he murmured, the words low and close, spoken like a secret just for you.

You nodded, slow and lazy against his shoulder, your voice small and honest. “Just… melted. A little.”

That made him laugh, that soft, familiar laugh that lived somewhere in his chest, the one that didn’t perform for anyone else. It rumbled against your front, and you could feel the way it traveled through him, all the way down his spine. “I should sing more often then,” he said, still smiling, still leaning back just enough to look at you with that boyish glint in his eyes, like he’d just won a prize he hadn’t even known he was playing for.

“You should,” you breathed, not moving an inch, not ready to let go of the stillness. “Especially like that.”

He tilted his head, caught your lips in a kiss that was soft and unhurried and impossibly familiar, like a favorite song you’d listened to so many times you’d memorized every pause, every shift in tempo. A kiss that said, you’re my calm in the madness. You’re my always.

But time, as always, had other plans.

The door creaked, just enough to remind you that the world hadn’t stopped spinning for your moment of peace, that the quiet you’d wrapped around yourselves like a blanket had an expiration date. A familiar voice filled the space a second later, that signature blend of teasing and timing that could only belong to one person.

“Well, well,” Rob said, leaning against the doorframe like he owned it, arms crossed, grin already in place, “I was wondering where our favorite lovebirds flew off to.”

You looked up, half startled, half amused, your cheek still warm where Richard’s kiss had settled. Rob’s eyes were bright with mischief, one brow arched like a punctuation mark at the end of a joke he hadn’t even told yet, and you could already feel the laughter bubbling at the back of your throat, ready to break through the soft stillness that had blanketed you seconds before.

“Seriously, Rich?” Rob continued, stepping into the room now with all the dramatic flair of someone who knew he had a captive audience. “Serenades before showtime? What are we, in a Hallmark movie?”

Richard’s laugh came easily, warm and full and real, the kind of sound that always started in his chest and made its way out like sunlight escaping through open blinds. He shifted the guitar slightly, fingers lifting from the strings like they had just remembered their job was over. “If we are,” he said, throwing a glance back at you, “I’m definitely the charming underdog who wins the girl.”

“Uh-huh.” Rob rolled his eyes, but it was all affection, the kind that came from years of long nights, long flights, shared stages and shared stories. “Come on, Romeo. We’re on in ten. People are already lining up. The crowd’s buzzing. Literally. Someone’s dressed as a full-size bee.”

You couldn’t help it — the laugh that escaped you was soft but unstoppable, the image already painted too clearly in your head. You imagined a fan buzzing excitedly in the hallway, wings flapping, maybe a little glitter involved because of course there would be, and it reminded you of why you loved this world so much. The weirdness, the joy, the ridiculous things that somehow made perfect sense in the universe of conventions. The fans who dressed up not just as characters but as memes from episodes, the impromptu dance parties in the lobby, the handmade gifts, the way they always made you feel like you were a part of something much bigger than yourself.

Still, there was a tug — a gentle ache at the edges — as you stood, the movement slow, reluctant, like your body knew what your heart already did: that something rare had just happened, and stepping away from it, even for a moment, felt like leaving behind a favorite dream. Richard moved too, carefully sliding the guitar strap from his shoulder, setting the instrument down with a quiet kind of reverence, and when he turned back to you, his hand reached out without even needing to ask.

Your fingers found his like they always did — naturally, instinctively — and the way he laced them with yours, slow and certain, was the kind of gesture that said more than a speech ever could. He gave a small squeeze, just once, just enough to say I’m here, and then you were moving together, out of the green room, past Rob’s ever-present smirk, and into the bright hum of backstage life.

It was louder now. Busier. The lull had passed and in its place came motion — techs walking briskly with clipboards, someone adjusting a mic, the low buzz of radios and last-minute calls. The lights overhead glowed a little harsher, more white than warm, and the heavy curtains separating backstage from the main hall vibrated faintly with the sound of hundreds of fans on the other side. You could hear them — their laughter, their chatter, the scattered applause that rose for no real reason except that they were happy, that this day mattered to them.

And that joy — that messy, chaotic, beautiful joy — wrapped around you like a familiar scarf in winter, something worn and loved and filled with stories. The energy was infectious. It always was. And no matter how many conventions you’d done, no matter how many times you’d walked out onto that stage, there was still something magical about it — about the way strangers could become family for a weekend, about the way love and connection and laughter seemed to pulse through every hallway, every room, every line of fans holding handmade signs and dreams.

At the edge of the curtain, Richard paused, his fingers still laced with yours, his body half-turned as if caught between two worlds — the private one you had just stepped out of and the public one waiting just beyond the velvet folds.

You tugged his hand, gently, not pulling but guiding, and he looked back at you, his brows lifting just slightly like he was already bracing for a whisper, or maybe just a look — but instead, you rose on your toes and pressed your lips to his.

When you finally pulled back — not because you wanted to, but because the day was waiting — he rested his forehead against yours, his skin warm and familiar, his breathing still a little slower than usual, like the moment had stolen his balance in the best way.

“That’s gonna carry me through the whole set,” he murmured, his voice low, roughened at the edges, but smiling too.

“You better not mess up the chords now,” you whispered back, nose brushing his in a soft tease, even though your voice felt heavier with emotion than you meant it to.

“Wouldn’t dare. Not after that.”

Behind you, Rob let out a long, theatrical sigh — the kind meant to break tension without actually breaking the mood — and you both turned to him just in time to see him roll his eyes and throw his arms up like a man defeated. “Okay, okay, lovebirds — save it for the fanfiction panel.”

You let out a small snort, shaking your head, and gave Richard a gentle push in the direction of the stage, your fingers slipping from his just as he started to move. “Go get ’em, Rockstar.”

He winked, just once, a flash of playful confidence crossing his face like a spotlight, and then he was gone — slipping through the curtain, stepping into the light with a different kind of energy now, the kind that came not from adrenaline, but from love. From knowing that somewhere just offstage, in the shadows where the fans couldn’t quite see, someone was standing still, heart full, eyes only on him.

And Rob? He waited one beat longer, long enough to make it seem like he wasn’t going to say anything else, then turned toward you with a casual bump of his shoulder against yours, his grin all charm and mischief and fondness too deep to hide. “You two are disgustingly cute, you know that?”

You didn’t argue. You didn’t deflect. You just smiled, calm and sure, like someone who knew exactly what she had. “Yeah. I know.”

He snorted, shook his head with the exaggerated weariness of a man who’d witnessed one too many stolen glances and post-panel hugs, then jogged after Richard, disappearing through the curtain just as the first chords rang out — loud and bright and full of life, the sound of the convention truly beginning, the crowd erupting on cue like a match had been struck.

But for you — for your heart still humming from the kiss, from the song, from the weight of his hand in yours — it had already begun long before that. It had started in the green room, in the hush between guitar strings, in the heat of a smile that belonged only to you.

With a song.

With a kiss.

With the man you loved.

[blookitty]

Flashback Weekend Chicago 2024

I didn't think I was going to go to this convention for many months. After plans fell through to go to the North Carolina one, I didn't want to plan going to another any time soon. Especially not on the weekend of my first wedding anniversary. But an idea came to me late one night after rewatching SeaQuest for the umpteenth time that I just couldn't stop thinking about. Cue me scrambling for the last month or so to cobble together my cosplay, get tickets, and convince hubby to go with me.

More convention details below...

Not pictured is two other bloody dolphins. I had a mini dolphin mounted on my shoulder with magnets, hence the bloody shoulder and neck wound. Ted got a picture of it on his phone, so maybe he'll post it in a story later? Who knows with him? The other was a medium sized one I carried around and offered to people who wanted a picture with me to hold and pose with. The medium one was originally for the photo op, but figured Ted's hands would cover it up if he held it. Hence I got huge Darwin last minute.

In regards to actually talking to him at his table, I introduced him to my husband, who is a sheriff's deputy in our home state of Indiana. Ted predictably adored him immediately. Even more so when my husband gave him a patch from his office. Ted's eyes lit up just like they had whenever I had given him bourbon in the past. He stared at it for a good 10 seconds or more. That first time at his table, between that interaction and getting my Tim action figure signed (where he signed my name wrong, but I get that it was loud in there), we had to come back around because he was getting a long line. Being near the entrance to the vendor floor, he really had to keep the line moving or else he'd get in trouble for causing a blockage.

Second time around, we asked him for specific places to go and see on our anniversary trip up into Michigan at the end of August. He suggested blueberry picking in Saugatuck as we had told him we were planning on stopping in Holland.

Unfortunately, I flubbed the second aim of my con visit, which was to show him my tattoo (shown below) in person.

He was getting a long line again after talking to him about Michigan, so I should've just left and circled back around. But no, I'm a dummy and took my swing. I crouched and asked if I could briefly show him my tattoo away from his table because I knew I'd probably cry when I showed him. He unfortunately said he couldn't because of legal reasons, then was about to suggest I take a picture of it, but I cut him off because I had already done that before and gotten nothing from him. So instead of getting up and coming back later, I insisted I just show him now when he was clearly feeling rushed.

I panicked and just lifted my sleeve and quickly explained how the first three letters spelled his name. He simply said "Wow, that is so special! Thank you for showing me." then shook both my and my husband's hand and turned to the next person in line.

I don't blame Ted at all. He was probably panicking and I was panicking and we both reacted badly in the moment. For the rest of the day, I stressed about redoing it and apologizing for being brash, but I just couldn't find the right time to do so. I got the photo op at the end of the day (where he remembered my name upon seeing me, so that was nice) and had planned to ask for a hug right after it, but unfortunately I panicked again and let my dumb ass get rushed by staff again. We were leaving the photo op area before I remembered and I cursed inwardly at myself.

Funny enough, husband and I had a reservation for our anniversary dinner at a local steakhouse near the hotel. Near the end of our meal, husband said "No fucking way" out of nowhere, told me not to look, but Ted was at a table three tables down from us. I pulled out my phone and pointed the camera behind me, and sure enough, he was standing up near a table nearby. (I got a picture, but I'm keeping it private for my and his sake)

Not wanting to be creepy fans, we decided to just leave him alone. But the universe wasn't done with us yet...

As we paid and headed out the front doors, who do we find but not just Ted, but all 3 Raimi brothers! Well, technically 2 because as soon as we walked through the doors and processed what was in front of us, we saw that Ted was staring out into the street in front of him, completely oblivious. Husband tapped him on the shoulder, but he didn't notice at all and just said aloud "We're lookin for a Kia, right?" and just walks out into the street. We just blink and say "Uh, bye Ted" and the others laughed.

Husband says "Ah, there's Ivan and Sam." I guess we were dressed classy enough because Ivan asked "How do we know you two?" We ended up talking to Sam, Ivan, and (I assume) his wife Terry(?) for about a minute. Didn't last too long and we didn't want to bother them as they were clearly waiting on a ride from a Kia and had had a long day. I saw who I assume was their sister come and hug them good-bye, so we bowed out and just processed what the Hell had just happened.

I promise you that will never ever happen again so long as we live.

I won't get into what all happened after that as it involves me having too much alcohol, but nothing else of note really happened.

We'll see if Ted posts the patch or the mini Darwin in his story, but if he doesn't, oh well. That man has a lot going on in his brain.

[talkingpointsusa]

The Right-Wing Stupidity Hall Of Shame

This is what one might call a living document as well as a sort of “best/worst of” for this blog. How this is going to work is that we are going to do this by year and month and every time I cover a right-winger who says something particularly dumb I’ll add that post to the hall. In short, watch this space every time I get ticked off in a post.

October 2024:

Allie Beth Stuckey plugs her book for fifteen minutes and then uses a grocery store checkout magazine to prove that witchcraft is on the rise.

Tim Pool and three other morons discuss government weather control and AI. It’s as bad as it sounds.

Steven Crowder makes agonizingly dumb arguments against feminism and declares that the left isn’t charitable because…they think that the government is responsible for disaster relief.

September 2024:

Ben Shapiro accidentally comes out against lobbying

Michael Knowles doesn't understand poetry at all and decides that the reason that Trump is being made fun of on TikTok is because Trump intentionally set himself up to be mocked so that he could be associated with "delight"

Dave Rubin discusses the latest way the Democrats are going to steal the election....Taylor Swift.

August 2024:

Matt Walsh tries to go "undercover" at the DNC, it goes about as badly as you might expect and he gets his cover blown on the first day.

Matt Walsh doesn't know what a "holiday park" is, can't seem to decide whether he likes riots or not, spews white nationalist bigotry, and then defends colonialism.

Laura Loomer desperately tries to spin a conspiracy theory about Tim Walz having ties to terrorist organizations

Charlie Kirk has no idea how to handle Tim Walz and advocates for parents to financially abuse their kids into voting for Trump.

July 2024:

Broadcasting live from a Bitcoin convention, Michael Knowles lies about Kamala Harris and complaints about the Olympics and lab grown testicles.

Dave Rubin thinks that Biden isn't president anymore. This has nothing to do with him wanting to walk out of a bet he made in 2020.

Candace Owens compares transgender people to baphomet, cites a guy who talked shit while he was high, and declares that the Beatles were a psy-op

June 2024:

Charlie Kirk hosts a "Young Woman's Leadership Summit" dedicated to how he feels that men are under attack and allows Candace Owens to tell ridiculous lies about the Daily Wire during her speech.

Charlie Kirk interviews a felon who seems to think that COVID was engineered as a bio-weapon.

Dave Rubin knows absolutely nothing about New York's justice system

May 2024:

Matt Walsh's absolutely horrendous take on the dating market.

Tim Pool devotes an excruciatingly long amount of time to using ChatGPT to predict the 2024 election results.

April 2024:

Charlie Kirk speculates that the Pro-Palestine protests on college campuses are Soros funded because "the tents all look similar" and then goes on a bizarre rant about how oppressed he is because he's white.

Michael Knowles defends a Republican politician who admitted that she shot her dog and, seemingly forgetting that he made an episode with a segment praising predictive AI just days earlier, warns that predictive AI will corrupt our humanity.

Tim Pool dedicates an entire episode to yelling about furries in Utah.

The Daily Wire attacks women's sports and accidentally reveals their hypocrisy around trans athletes.

Fox News and the Daily Wire freak out over European Scrabble with hilarious results.

March 2024:

Candace Owens uses old photos, an RT writer, a clairvoyant that defamed the French prime-minister, and an antisemitic blog that says that Emmanuel Macron wearing a pink tie is a sign that he's a satanist as sources to prove that Brigitte Macron is secretly a transwoman.

February 2024:

According to Ben Shapiro, AI is anti-white. To prove this he lies about an executive order, ignores a massive amount of data, and digs through the old tweets of some guy who works at Google.

Chaya Raichik gives a terrible interview where she endorses a white nationalist conspiracy theory and split hairs about how ok it is for journalists to lie (but only her, not everybody else)

Jordan Peterson and Ben Shapiro attempt to argue that society has abolished all taboos and that's leading to an increase in "sexual boredom"

Matt Walsh advocates for harassing trans kids and tells people who are having difficulty living on the minimum wage to "stop being on the minimum wage".

Tim Pool makes multiple poor defenses for some guy's who defaced a rainbow crosswalk meant to honor the LGBTQ victims of a mass shooting and then calls on Ron DeSantis to commute their sentences.

January 2024:

Dave Rubin accidentally reveals that he may be the laziest journalist of all time multiple times over the span of a single episode.

Charlie Kirk teams up with a guy who collaborates with Neo-Nazis, a guy who got fired from FOX for being too racist, and some guy who works for him that sued Arizona once to declare that all movies are psyops, make disgusting false statements about the border, and praise a white nationalist who works at VDARE.

Tim Pool puts out an absolutely ridiculous episode where he uses jokes from TV shows to prove how AI women are going to lead to the death of society.

Matt Walsh thinks it's gay to love your wife and misrepresents every point he argues in the episode.

Tucker Carlson interviews a congressman who thinks that his wife having a nightmare is proof that COVID is a ploy to take away American liberty about supposed January 6th evidence that we will never get to see.

Michael Knowles wants to create cartoon Nazi propaganda to "own Disney for transing the kids"

Tim Pool thinks that "sneaky fucker males" are turning women lesbian.

December 2023:

Michael Knowles is really concerned that a five second clip from a CocoMelon video is going to turn kids gay.

Dave Rubin casually suggests that 65,000 people being laid off due to the Bud Lite boycott is OK because "They'll just get a job somewhere else"

Matt Walsh fantasizes about misgendering trans people on air and generally conducts himself like an unempathetic child.

Ezra Levant doesn't even bother to read a document he's citing even though it directly contradicts his point

Tim Pool uses an out of context tweet containing disinformation as a source and as a result ends up spreading misinformation about Taylor Swift.

Michael Knowles decides that porn videos turn people trans and gay, to prove this he interviews a woman who tries to push back on his stupidity but ends up getting steamrolled by him

Ben Shapiro has no reading comprehension and declares that everyone on the left worships Beyonce

[ingek73]

Guns and lies

US elections 2024

How Tim Walz went from NRA favorite to ‘straight Fs’ on gun rights

In Congress, Walz was endorsed by gun rights advocates. But after the Parkland shooting, he changed his tone

Cecilia Nowell

Fri 9 Aug 2024 14.00 BST

Supported by

Cal Wellness for Guns

At his first rally as Kamala Harris’s running mate Tuesday, Minnesota’s governor, Tim Walz, invoked an issue at the forefront of many Americans’ minds: the right “for our children to be free to go to school without worrying they’ll be shot dead in their classrooms”.

But Walz wasn’t always a fierce advocate against gun violence. The evolution of the vice-presidential candidate, who once boasted an A rating from the NRA, shows the growing relevance of gen Z voters, who’ve grown up amid a surge in mass shootings in the US and are enthusiastically backing Harris.

“Gun violence is the number one killer of our generation, meaning we can’t afford anything less than leaders who will prioritize basic gun safety,” Timberlyn Mazeikis, a gun violence survivor and volunteer leader with Students Demand Action from Minnesota, said in a joint statement issued by Everytown for Gun Safety, Moms Demand Action and Students Demand Action supporting Walz yesterday.

Kamala Harris And Running Mate Tim Walz Make First Appearance Together In Philadelphia<br>PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA - AUGUST 6: Democratic presidential candidate, U.S. Vice President Kamala Harris and Democratic vice presidential candidate Minnesota Gov. Tim Walz appear on stage together during a campaign event at Girard College on August 6, 2024 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Harris ended weeks of speculation about who her running mate would be, selecting the 60-year-old midwestern governor over other candidates. (Photo by Andrew Harnik/Getty Images)

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Elected to the US House of Representatives in 2007, Walz was long beloved by gun rights advocates. The National Rifle Association endorsed and donated to his campaigns, giving him an A rating. In 2016 Guns & Ammo magazine included him on its list of top 20 politicians for gun owners.

That wasn’t terribly surprising. Walz was representing a rural red Minnesota district and had grown up at a time and place where guns were popular for hunting – not mass shootings.

“I grew up in a small town, [so] I’d put my shotgun in my car, or at school or in the football locker, to go pheasant hunting afterwards,” he told Pod Save America last month. “But we weren’t getting shot in school.”

That all changed after the 2018 shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas high school in Parkland, Florida, he has said.

In a 2018 video March for Our Lives co-founder and Parkland survivor David Hogg reshared on X last month, Walz recounts his then teenage daughter Hope approaching him in the days after the shooting: “Dad, you’re the only person I know who’s in elected office, you need to stop what’s happening with this.”

“For me, it was both a reckoning and an embarrassment,” he told Pod Save America, recalling that the children killed at Sandy Hook elementary school would have been his son’s age.

Two weeks later, while campaigning for governor, Walz authored an op-ed in the Minneapolis Star-Tribune, where he called the NRA “the biggest single obstacle to passing the most basic measures to prevent gun violence in America”. He went on to say that he’d donated the $18,000 the organization had donated to his past campaigns and wouldn’t accept NRA contributions in the future. He noted that he was currently co-sponsoring a “bump stocks” ban and came out in support of an assault weapons ban.

As Minnesota governor, Walz has signed wide-ranging gun safety measures into law, most notably a 2023 law including universal background checks and a “red flag law” (which allows state officials to temporarily seize the firearms of someone a court has ruled may be dangerous to themselves or others).

This year, Walz called for Minnesota lawmakers to go even further, asking them to support measures that would require safe firearm storage, better reporting of lost and stolen guns, and harsher penalties for “straw buyers” (those who purchase firearms for others who cannot legally have them). Since then, he’s signed legislation that prohibits automatic weapon modification devices and collects data on gun crime.

Walz remains an enthusiastic hunter – something he’s emphasized in previous campaigns and makes him something of an everyman.

“There’s a vision to reduce gun violence with absolutely no infringement on those who lawfully own guns, to use them for things that many of us cherish,” he told reporters in Bloomington, Minnesota, last week.

Gun safety advocates have already come out in support of his candidacy, including the gun violence prevention organization founded by former congresswoman and gun violence survivor Gabby Giffords (who joined Walz in Minnesota in 2023 when he signed the state’s universal background checks into law).

“As governor, Tim did what others called impossible, passing background checks and extreme risk protection laws in Minnesota with a slim gun safety majority,” Giffords said. “It wasn’t easy, but he got it done with hard work and effective leadership. His work as governor has saved lives, and I know that will continue when he is vice-president.”

Harris’s campaign, which has already drawn great support from gen Z voters and gun violence prevention advocates, has called for an assault weapons ban, universal background checks and red flag laws. Last month, the NRA called her “an existential threat to the second amendment”.

That doesn’t seem to bother Walz. “I had an A rating from the NRA. Now I get straight F’s,” he tweeted last month. “And I sleep just fine.”

[xxxnightcorequeenxxxv3]

Roasting Tim And Jay's turn

Jenifer looks at the timed bettering war she set up. "Well, it looks like we have a betting war going on. I'll update you on that once the timer runs out." "Now, on to the RR roast." image here -> https://www.tumblr.com/xxxnightcorequeenxxxv3/741433780004323328/posted-this-to-the-wrong-blog-ops-im-not-writing?source=share "Looks like only a few of you said anything; well, I'll just have to point out the ones I think are funny." "for nr 1; Why brown? it's like S#/ brown of all colors? The costume does not vibe with the rest of the team; it sticks out like a sore thumb. Nr 2; yeah, beak nose, how flattering, not. Nr, 3; ohh, look, we got show girls feathers and staps for days, kinky. Nr 4; this is the worst one; it's like trying to dress edgy and failing so badly. Who let this child dress himself? Nr 5; Common guys, we are all thinking it condom head. The only reason it doesn't look bad on Batman is cuz it has ears. Not to mention, it ages RR by 30ish years. I love you. All these rosts are hilarious. I hope to see more engagement from the comment section next time, though. Don't leave me hanging." (You are encouraged to role-play in the comment section) Anyway, next on the Chopping Block is Red Hood. Here are the customs I got for sale. Remember Rost them.

And I know; thanks for the encouragement on my RR design. I'll send Some of my RH, too. Remember, it's not for sale or rost, though.

"And it looks like the results are in; looks like it's a tie between the two of you. Hang on, folks. I'll have to DM and see how we solve this." A bunch of clicking and clacking can be heard in the stream. "it seems like we have come to an agreement, folks. I have about two weeks to make a cast of my RRs, and take photos, and I'll be shipping one set of figures to Metropolis of all things, guess someone these is a biger fan of Gotham heroes over Superman, and one will be pick up by Myninjas, some sort of carries sever I've never heard of I'll update you on that later." past poll -> https://www.tumblr.com/xxxnightcorequeenxxxv3/741519887377350656/who-should-buy-the-tim-figurines?source=share Bonus; Image.

[sangeetasha9820]

Steal the Look, Not Your Wallet – Shop Smart at Sarojini Market

Sarojini Market: Delhi’s Ultimate Fashion Street for Trendsetters on a Budget

The Heart of Budget Fashion in Delhi: Sarojini Nagar Market, fondly known as Sarojini Market, is every Delhiite’s go-to destination for trendy, affordable fashion. From college students to fashion bloggers, it’s the one place where style meets savings.

Unbelievable Prices, Unbeatable Style: Whether you’re hunting for a ₹150 dress, a pair of ₹100 sunglasses, or branded surplus fashion at dirt-cheap rates, Sarojini Market delivers trend after trend without breaking your bank.

Fresh Stock, Every Week: The inventory is ever-changing, with new arrivals often hitting the stalls every Tuesday and Friday. That means you can spot something new almost every visit—and it might even be from a global brand’s export surplus!

Global Fashion, Local Prices: Many clothes here are export rejects or surplus from high-street labels like Zara, H&M, Forever 21, and Mango. Minor flaws? Sometimes. Major savings? Always.

Not Just Clothing: Sarojini is a full-fledged fashion destination. You’ll find:

Trendy footwear (heels, boots, flats)

Bags and backpacks

Jewelry and accessories

Scarves, belts, and sunglasses

Home decor, stationery, and more

Style for All Seasons: From cozy winter wear like trench coats and oversized sweaters to breezy summer dresses and linen shirts, Sarojini Market adapts to every season with flair—and affordability.

A Bargainer’s Paradise: Haggling isn’t just allowed, it’s expected! Start with a low quote and bargain smartly. Many items can be purchased at one-third of the quoted price if you negotiate well.

Best Times to Visit:

Weekdays: Less crowd, better deals.

Mornings: For fresh stock and easy browsing.

Avoid Sundays: It’s packed and overwhelming.

How to Shop Smart:

Wear comfy clothes and walking shoes.

Carry cash and keep a tote bag handy.

Don’t be afraid to dig—some of the best finds are at the bottom of a pile!

Check clothes for defects before buying (and maybe bring a safety pin or sanitizer).

Style Inspiration Around Every Corner: Street-style fashion thrives here. You’ll often spot influencers and stylists pulling together entire looks for under ₹1000 — complete with accessories.

Eco-Friendly Fashion Move: Buying surplus fashion is not just affordable—it’s sustainable. By shopping here, you’re giving clothes a second life and reducing fashion waste.

Perfect for College Students & Budget Fashionistas: Want to refresh your wardrobe every month without guilt? Sarojini lets you experiment with bold styles, trending cuts, and vibrant colors without worrying about cost.

Instagrammable Everywhere: From the colorful chaos of the stalls to quirky backdrops, Sarojini is a vibe—and a photo op—at every turn.

Final Thought: Sarojini Market isn’t just a shopping destination—it’s a fashion culture. Fast, affordable, dynamic, and endlessly exciting, it’s where trends are born and rules are rewritten. If you’re in Delhi and haven’t been yet, you’re missing out on India’s most iconic budget fashion street.

[davidpwilson2564]

Bloglet

Thursday, August 29, 2024

Trump spreading more dirt re Kamala. He will never let go the Willie Brown thing. It's all very sick. Trump's people very quick to deny that the Boss had anything to do with it. The usual... The post (showing photo of Hillary and Kamala) was put out by, we are told, some well meaning Trump lover. And, yes, the word blowjob was used. (Kamala made out to be a whore.) The Boss never saw, much less approved, this, we are told. It's all very sick. (Sorry to repeat myself.)

The heat wave has broken again. Relief.

Later: Kamala and Tim sit for (something like) a press conference. Dana Bash handles this well and Kamala (Tim is mostly silent) does...well...okay. Just beyond the window where they are sitting is the bus that will take them to smallish towns to talk up their cause. It brings to mind the days I did all those bus miles in much the same territory they are covering. The memories of the bus (that some of the musicians called The Iron Lung). One nighters. You might say, "bandstorming."

Friday, August 30, 2024

News of crowds rushing to get out of town. The airports, the highways, etc. I am grateful that I can stay put.

Some are underwelmed regarding Kamala's press conference. Trump's team is quite busy digging up more dirt. Vance defends Trump's photo op at Arlington (he'd better) and Trump has some good things to say about Vance. This is after having said that a vice prez choice is of little consequence. (They're voting for ME, not the Veep.)

Rudy in deep trouble. The two vote counters in Georgia want their money (148 mil). Rudy says he is debt for, if I have this right, about that much. I suspect he will quietly drink himself to death. He backed, and idolized, the wrong man.

Nice weather.

Saturday, August 31, 2024

Trump at rally. Lies wrapped in lies...it doesn't matter because the Trump crowd isn't really listening. Just waiting for a cue to hold up the Trump/Vance signs. How low can you go? Well...Trump says he is a close friend of Willie Brown's (nonsense). Says Willie has a lot of stories about Kamala (a lie within a lie). Says "I could tell you stories. You don't want to know." Utter b.s.

Evening. Strains of "Carmen" come through the open window. They're doing the operas on the Lincoln Center Plaza...on the big screen. I've skipped it this year. Butt numbing and...well...with retirement I'm just not as enthusiastic about opera as I used to be.

to be continued

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Oh my god, you laid out freelance inventor perfectly for the justice league to mistake Danny for Batman, especially with John Jones already making his thoughts known that Bruce wayne would be the perfect himbo for Batman lol. Does the entire league pull together to make a beach day seem intentional and end up making so many mistaken assumptions along the way? Either way, I adore what you have going. I'm kinda curious if you had any thoughts on Damians' first reaction to meeting Danny? If not, that's okay. I just love the thought of Danny bonding with Damian in a feral way or through sparing like ghosts tend to in this fandom

The first time Danny meets Damian Wayne is when he comes to the Manor for a surprise visit. He usually would have called ahead or messaged Alfred, but it was a last-minute decision to stop by Gotham on his way to Metropolis.

Initially, Danny was going to a technology expo hosted by Lexcorp, but it was delayed due to a giant fight. A robot had flung Superman through the convention hall, causing severe damage.

Since he now had a weekend free while Lexcorp searched for a new venue, he figured he would spend it with his favorite one percent. Imagine his surprise when he first noticed that Bruce had a biological son, one he had told to stay hidden.

He had told his displaced son not to venture out of the manor because he didn't want the public to know about him. Danny hadn't felt this angry in a long, long time.

The glare he sent Bruce had the man flinching, causing Damian, fresh to the Manor and not used to seeing his Father as anything but commanding, to raise an impressed eyebrow. "Kids. Bed. Now. I want to talk to your Father."

"No." Bruce cowered. "Please stay, kids."

"Sorry Bruce, I actually have to touch up some photos for this month's photo op," Tim was quick to say, jumping from his seat.

"I also really need to get started on some paperwork for the gymnastic gym." Dick laughed nervously, dropping out of the handstand he was in. Danny never understood how the young man could randomly spring into flips and handstands.

Damian did not inch from his chair, though. He meets Danny's gaze with a cool upturn of his nose and crossed arms.

"You have no control over me or my actions, Harlot," Damian hissed, but a pale Dick and Tim pushed him out. Jason had been out on some far-off island trip with his friends- Roy, Kori, Artemis, and that delightful Bizzarro who spoke like it was an opposite day every day.

He was the only person to whom he would not lecture about Damian's treatment. Everyone else would look Danny in the eye and justify why they would assume that a child should be treated as a secret was the correct thing to do.

"Well?" Danny asks when all Bruce does is sit there, hands on his lap and sweating. He narrows his eyes, crosses his arms, and watches the sweat drip down Bruce's head. "Explain yourself."

"Danny, I swear I wasn't aware of Damian. His mother told me she had a miscarriage. If I had known, I would have told you-" Bruce started but was cut off by Danny marching across the room and practically snaring into his face.

"That's not why you're in trouble, Bruce. Why are you treating a nine-year-old boy like a dirty secret?!"

"um..well, that's...you need to understand he's a bit unstable-"

"Choose your next words very carefully, Bruce." Danny cuts him off, recrossing his arms. Bruce swallows before he seems to gather unknown courage and straightens out his back.

"Danny, I don't think Damian needs to be a secret forever, but he needs to adjust before he can go out. He had a hard life with his birth mother and tends to lash out in violent outbursts. Just last week, he pushed Tim off the stairway!"

That's alarming. In fact, it isn't very good to think Tim would not be safe in the same household as Damian. They talk more about it, especially the part where Damian makes clear he wishes to replace Tim and would do nothing to remove him.

Damian is a threat to Tim's well-being. He mentions this to Bruce, who waves it way like a damn fool.

"Tim can handle it."

"Just because he can doesn't mean he should," Danny growls, throwing his arms into the air. "I can't talk to you right now. I can't even look at you."

"Danny, please-"

"Nope. I will tell Tim to stay with me, and I will make plans to take Damian out and about. If you treat someone like a criminal, they will act like one. I'm going to help that young boy settle here, but I will not do it at the expense of another. Don't call or message me." Danny growls, strutting out of the room only to practically run into Damian.

The boy raises his chin as if daring Danny to tell him off for eavesdropping. For one second, Danny is reminded of Jazz, back when she had been so insistent that she was an adult.

His eyes soften, and he knows Damian can see based on his surprise blink. "Hi, kid. Have you had the chance to go into Gotham yet?"

"Why would I waste my time with the peasants? I am an elite warrior, destined to rule over them."

Huh. He reminds Danny a lot of Jazz now, with her anti-social tendencies- not that she refused to be around people, more like she refused to make friendships with people her age because she thought herself too mature for them- and a little of the battle-hungry ghosts in the Zone.

He can handle that.

"You are to be a general, right? Why are you acting like a common foot soldier?" He asks, watching the boy's entire demeanor freeze over. "A good ruler is not just combat strength. They can take command and can easily step among their fighters. How can you do that if you do not understand the common folk's way of thinking?"

Damian opened and closed his mouth before narrowing his eyes. "You mock me."

Danny shakes his head, falling to his knees so Damian won't need to strain his neck. He keeps the baby talk out of his voice but only barely. He gets the sense that like his sister, Damian would prefer to be treated like a mini adult. "Never. I'm genuinely interested in your thoughts, but you must know that all knowledge is power. Know thy enemy..."

"...as one knows thyself," Damian finishes his quote, looking vaguely intruded. He considers the offer before nodding. "I shall accompany you on your outing and gain valued observations of the average American child."

"Only after you apologize for attacking Tim and tell him to his face how you will not be doing that again," Danny warns, raising a finger at Damian's clouded face. "A good leader does not want insubordination. Attacking Tim did not prove anything but how unreliable you are and how much you fear Tim."

"I do not fear Drake!"

"Then why does his presence so threaten you? Bruce told me how out of all his kids, you seemed so sure you could take him in a fight but not a battle of wits."

Damian's eyes grow cold before he lashes out a hand. Danny catches it quickly, much to the boy's shock. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "Not bad, but not what a regular American child would behave. You would have been singled out as a spy the second you stepped in the street."

"....I shall work on my reaction and emotional regulation." Damian yanks his arm free, striding away but not before glancing back at Danny. "You are strange."

Danny smiles. "Thanks, kiddo."

The boy vanishes from sight, and Danny sighs. He must now find Tim and help him pack to stay with him. He also needs to yell at everyone in the Manor, including Alfred. Honestly, that man enables Bruce far too much.