#aren't the same. It doesn't have to be the same to be lovely I think...and I like how Tuvok and Janeway are so exemplary of their species'

[onionsan]

I know it isn't exactly what you meant, but the biggest thing that annoyed me with Flowey was his instance that he was numb and because he was missing a soul, he was missing the part he needed to FEEL anything.

We see him happy, scared, upset, frustrated, I don't have them at hand but between the source canon and the alarm clock text we can see pretty often that Flowey ISNT a numb void of an existence. I think through the trauma of sibling loss, death, and rebirth in a new body he lost the ability to understand his emotions, but they aren't gone. The feelings are there, he is just very out of tune with his emotions outside of what he needs for survival, but they aren't gone.

With that, Ralsei keeps pushing this idea that HE isn't a being with emotions or wants or needs, when we can see he very obviously WANTS to exist as a physical being and be friends with Susie and Kris. He IS a being with strong emotions and is in active denial. He isn't out of tune with what his heart is telling him, he's just trying to be rational about the fact that he CANT be a real being, because it'll destroy the people he loves and wants to protect if he doesn't prevent darkness (and thus his ability to enter the lighteners world) from taking over.

With how much Chapter 1 heavily references Undertale, and how much of Deltarune is built from Undertale in terms of Characters, motifs, ideas, etc. I genuinely want to see how much Flowey and Ralsei will blur together, they really are two sides of the same coin. Someone who wants to exist, someone so desperate to be here and be held and acknowledged as real, and having to deny his own existence for the sake of others.

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[lexus-k4]

Dp x DC

Okay, so, I've read a few ideas I've loved where Danny is some sort of babysitter one way or another. Again I've loved them all.

Now que my insomniac ass awake at 4:32 am, due to start work in 3 hours, getting an idea myself where Danny is a babysitter kind of thing. But it's a dead tired idea. Now, before you think about the age gap, this will involve clockwork and his time shenanigans. So while Danny will be a teen as a babysitter and Tim a kid. Time shenanigans related. Turns out Tim and Danny are actually in the same age group, but tTim is just a year older :3

- - - -

"Phantom. My boy. I have a request for you, I would like you to go back in time and look after a young boy for at least 2 possibly 3 or 4 years. I'll make sure your age doesn't increase. And I will owe you a debt for this."

Danny froze. Of course he did. I mean, he'd have helped anyway, but to be able to have an ancient of time indebted to you? That's like. Waw. And he gets a minimum 2 year break from fighting every waking minute. But that just made it sketchy. "What's the catch?"

Clockwork just shakes his head, "no catch my boy. Just a wish to prevent a tragic end. There are only a small hand full of good outcomes that will come from how this boy grows. And only one of that small group is with no outside interactions. If this boy were to down a dark path. So would the dear lady, her people and everyone around."

Again with the cryptic shit. Where he gives you an answer but it's not clear and you need to think or be a genius to figure out the words he's leaving out. Why did time have to be so god damn fragile. Like, even the family of speedys can bend and break it by just running.

Danny could confidently say that the family of speedsters was both the most and least favourite of hero's to clockwork. And a cause for most of his pain when having to deal with time quests for CW.

"Fine. But I get to call in that debt when I want. So what am I doing?"

Of course, CW half explained things, but Danny got the jist. At least he thinks so.

Baby sit a kid who could become the death of thousands, possibly millions. Show him love, make sure he's safe and just enjoy.

And now?

Now, Danny was in the filthy rich aide of the most crime ridden city of America.

But a few years in the past.

Woohoo....

Danny, being a paranoid duck, decided to just watch for a bit and see what's he's working with. And it's wasn't great.

Neglectful parents. Stupid parents. Suicidal child with no regard to safety. A child with understanding of love. Doesn't know what love is. Has severe starvation from physical touch, attention and emotions which he doesn't even realize.

But one thing he does find out.

The kid he's babysitting? Is a child of bad dayum billionaires. Billionaires who wouldn't hire a babysitter because apparently their 5 year old son, is old enough to fend for himself now while they disappear for months at a time.

...

So of course Danny dis the only logical thing possible.

He became the boys ghost babysitter. The one the parents thought was an Imaginary friend and punishes their child for being so 'childish'

Danny- I WONDER WHY ASSHOLES.

So the kid stayed quiet about Danny but they still talked. Danny cleaned, Danny played, Danny helped, Danny even learnt how to cook for the little boy.

The little boy he came to learn was called tim.

Or more precisely TIMOTHY DRAKE. SOON TO BE TIMOTHY DRAKE-WAYNE. HOLY FU-

no Danny. There are kids here. Watch your language.

So Danny did that. For a good two years. He cooked food for rim, cleaned, set his bed, did laundry, taught Tim how to garden and look after plants, how to fight how to use a boe staff, a sword and a few other wepons. Wepons he only knew how to use thanks to Pandora

He even helped Tim with school while somehow still doing his own studies. It turns out when you aren't getting ambushed every hour, you can actually learn alot.

Especially when you have a child genius by your side who seems to be in the same mental age of a high schooler and not the 6-7 year old he is.

Danny found out so much about Tim. His love for photography, physical activities, skateboarding, using a boe staff. Tim loved the colours green and blue. And loved octopuses. Tim, somehow knew what coffee was too.

And that concerned Danny. So he tried to hide it.

But that didn't work.

So instead he bargained. Max one coffee with half an espresso worth of caffeine in it per day as a max. In return, no bedtime schedual as long as he's not a zombie and can function and can get a minimum of 6 hours per night on school nights.

They even had a God damn contract. But it woked. And life continued.

2years passed. And Danny got his green envelope from CW. Tim instantly thought he was leaving because Danny was honest from day one, that he'd have to leave but he'd at least spend 2 years with him. Max 4.

Then Danny opened it, and while Tim stood there defeated thinking he'd lose Danny, Danny turned around with a bright smile. "Well will ya look at that. I'mma stay for another good two years. Ya ain't gettin rid of me that easy."

And Tim? Yeah, Tim was overjoyed. His best friend, best buddie got to stay for another year. Tim ignored the warm fuzzy feeling he got in his chest which a 7year old shouldn't have by any means at all. Besides Danny was about 13 years older than him.

Another two years passed. A unique exploration of different cuisines, teaching Tim how to cook some basics. Danny learning how to play the piano. Tim learning some martial arts styles. Growing fruit treats, Berry bushes and some other things, especially flowers.

And a special plant. An infinity realms plant. One that would change between blue and green, would glow slightly and had mild sentience.

Danny gifted it to Tim on his last day, as a parting gift, telling him that the plant will only respond positively to him and Danny because he infused some extra echo into it to recognize them.

But in those two years Danny also started studying some collage level books by himself, learnt some defensive combat styles, he learnt so much.

But especially, he learnt how to love someone. Before you say anything, before Danny returned to his time Danny just saw Tim as a kid he looked after. But when he returned and saw Tim on the news, his heart would flutter. That had never happened before. And he had a whole closet case, and gay panic session that spanned over a good half year.

But Danny feels morally conflict by these feeling. I mean. He basically raised the kid for 4 years because his parents wouldn't. Well. He ain't rly a kid anymore. But, that's besides the point.

He probably doesn't even remember Danny and just thinks he was an Imaginary friend.

Meanwhile. Tim, in Gotham, researching a fake government organization that is giant against the Meta rights act for being they call 'ecto-entities' which, both Satan and Raven confirmed are actual beings from a different realm that's connected to every dimension. Heck, even Constantine said the same thing, and he's the best of the best. His description was - like the stitches that hold the dimensions together, that aren't right so that you can easily accessible the other side of the stitches but not so loose that they aren't connected, but that point were it's lose but still closes the gap and holds all the important things like blood and insides within it. And the blood and internal organs in this case would be stuff like different after life's, before life's and limbo and limbo equivalent.

So now, Tim was working with Duke and Jason to do investigative work on these excto-beings which are being hunted by the idiotic mis Ecto-Soginistic assholes.

Now imagine time surprise, when he finds a blurry image of a certain white haired teen he had a crush on when he was a kid. The same one who taught his so many things. How to fight, how to love, how to cook, different hobbies and so much more.

They even had the same name.

Phantom...

More deeper searching finds that phantom had only showed up about six years ago. When Tim was 15.

But phantom started disappearing around 2 years. But that didn't make sense. Because in the photos, phantom looked around 14-17. But Tim remembered him looking about 20. And him saying he was 20.

Then he saw something else. Something too coincidental.

A fourteen year old boy getting into an accident 6 years ago. Then phantom showing up.

The said boy having poor attendance and always disalearinf when a ghost appeared.

The said boy, moving cities to start looking for collage as he takes a gap year to raise money in a bigger city. The same year and month phantom almost starts showing up never...

Yeah. Tim really didn't think it was a coincidence.

They even looked extremely similar. This black haired, blue eyed, pale, freckled guy looked like a cooler inverse of phantom.

Other than phantom having pointed fangs and elfish ears. Everything was identical.

So. It was decided. Tim was going to meet phantom.... Sorry. He meant Fenton.

Duke was coming with, for his eyes because he can see things they can't.

Jason was coming for intimidation reasons. And possible connection to the ecto-beings, because he had always mentioned going somewhere when he was dead. He didn't remember it but the magic specialists said it was most likely the infinity realms. The living place of ecto-beings.

Time for a road trip!!!

And time for reliving his childhood crush, with an actual chance of it happening. Especially if his guess was right then he was even older than him.

Maybe only by a year. But still older. Tim was taking any bonuses he could. And he looked good when he tried, to he actually had a chance to woo him, unlike when he was a kid.

No. Danny didn't freeze from shock then proceed to faint when he opened his apartment door to find a certain Timothy Drake-Wayne at his door...

The same one who gave him an existential crisis at age 20.

The same one who made him question his morals.

The same one he raised as a parental/friend figure for 4 years.

The same one that made him question his sexuality.

Yeah, Danny was doomed. He couldn't keep secrets from a face like that. And to say the look of surprise on Tim's brother's faces wasn't expected when he started spilling everything on accident, would be a big fat lie.

[vitoriadior]

The party bathroom

Clark Kent x Ex!Reader

(Synopsis) You aren't his girlfriend and he isn't your boyfriend, But he doesn't want you to see you nobody else, and you don't want him to see nobody

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(Inspired by Ariana Grande's "Boyfriend" song because I love it)

The bathroom door that led to the hallway clicked shut, ironically the same sound a grenade makes when you unlock it. Or the countdown of a bomb about to explode. Clark almost stumbled against the door; you even stepped on his feet awkwardly. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the smoke. Probably the fact that you both voluntarily crawled into that bathroom.

Ending up at the same party as your ex was already enough of a punishment, avoiding his presence all night was a simple voluntary act. You felt Clark's eyes on you, and you knew that no matter how much you whispered, he could hear you. So yes, there was a very noticeable tension. And you know, it's funny the situations in which a girl with a few drinks ends up

What were you going to do? talk? The truth is, you don't even know. Why, what are you supposed to talk about? It was all clear; you were supposed to have ended on good terms. You weren't his girlfriend, and he wasn't your boyfriend anymore.

But still, you weren't touching anyone else.

"Stop pushing me," you mumble. The bathroom is tiny, and it would feel at least a little bigger if Superman weren't taking up most of the space. Huge man, you almost wanted to roll your eyes.

Clark takes off his glasses and puts them in his pocket before apologizing to you, in a low but audible "sorry." Your eyes move to his hands: they form fists. As if he's holding back from putting them anywhere else, as if he's afraid his body will betray him and end up putting them on your hips, your waist, all those places where it shouldn't. Not anymore.

"What's wrong?" Suddenly, you feel almost angry. "Don't you like seeing me having fun with other people? That's selfish—"

"Don't say that," Clark winces, almost in pain. "Not when—when you do all those things that drive me crazy." His voice is a murmur as he gives up and lets his hands dance down to your waist to pull you even closer. "What are you doing dancing with guys who don't know how to touch you the way you deserve?"

"Oh, and you do know how to treat me the way I deserve, Superman?" You weren't keen on getting close either, because to be honest, you'd been suppressing that desire to be in his arms again all night.

Giant shoulders, wounded eyes. "Don't do this to me. Don't tell me you don't want me anymore," his words are a whisper, his eyes glued to yours, and his mouth is much closer than you'd ever imagined. "I know I'm not your boyfriend anymore, and that you think I'm selfish."

"I deserve to be hit and yelled at if you want to, but—nothing compares to having to see you with someone else."

"You're insane," you pushed him away, placing your hand on his chest to no avail. Of course, you had no physical effect on the man of steel. "Go find another girl to bother, I don't want your speeches and words."

"I can't be with another girl," his voice is pure frustration, starting to get irritated. Why can't you understand? "God, I can't even think about it. You make me so—so"

"So what, Clark?"

"Sick!" The man blurts out the word, and you can feel his hands tightening around you, his expression the same one he makes when he's losing to a threat.

"I don't eat, I don't sleep, I can't work—because I'm constantly thinking about you." It sounds more like he's angrier with himself than with you. "And you don't even care, and that's what makes me sickest."

"I don't have to care!" You reply in the same tone of voice, starting to try to push him out of his grasp. "I'm not your girlfriend!"

"I'm not your boyfriend either." He loosens his grip, but doesn't let go completely. "And yet—I don't want to see you with anyone else."

"And who are you to say such a thing?" You snorted, trying to contain the jealousy that was spilling out of your mouth. "Weren't you having fun with Lois too? I can't have fun with a boy, but you can with your—her?"

"Lois isn't you." Clark half-closes his eyes as if the comparison were almost stupid. "Lois is different; she's just my friend."

"Well, it does affect me." Your words confirm that you care, too, and that's almost a relief to Clark. "You touch her like that? Like you're touching me?" The question is almost a challenge.

"I can't even remotely think of such a thing."

He cares.

And so do you.

You both ended things for the best: because you knew it was best for both of you, that maybe you were better off this way than together. Things with his identity, the risk that something will happen to you: You two never had time for each other. You had a fight, you said ugly things; he said ugly things. You two reached the limit

And yet, he can't see you with anyone else. And you definitely can't see him with anyone else.

He's thinking about you. "I'm always thinking about you," his expression softens, and you grow irritated at yourself for letting your guard down. "And I'd give everything on this planet and many more just because you'd think of me—the same way I think of you."

Your lips crash into his before you realize it: your hands are clutching his shirt, while one of his hands tangled itself in your hair without violence. Because no matter what circumstances you might encounter him, Clark always makes sure you don't get hurt.

Clark lifts you like a feather, letting you wrap your legs around his hips. He couldn't be more proud of the way you react. Superman slams you into the bathroom door, causing you to wince slightly at the quick movement (it's not like you're complaining, either).

"Sorry— you okay? Did I hurt you?" There he is: the Superman you know. The one who's always willing to look out for you before himself.

You shook your head, quickly told him you were fine, and then pressed your lips back against his. "I hate you so much," you whispered, searching for his lips almost contradictorily.

You would have liked to protest, but you couldn't. Because no one but Clark Kent treated you like a treasure.

Haii, I was thinking of making a permanent taglist, let me know if you'd like to be on it! 🫂💖💖💖

Taglist: @starincarnated

[junipersmw]

saw a post on reddit talking about how Beth Smith is an unimportant character on Rick and Morty and that she serves no purpose for the show and as the biggest Beth stan in this fandom, I feel the need to defend her character with 2 points.

First of all I think the most obvious point is that, the whole reason Rick is the way he is now is because he spent countless years of his life scouring the universe to hunt down the version of him that killed his wife and daughter. If it weren't for the death of Diane and BETH, Rick wouldn't be the character that we all know and love too this day.

And my favourite point is that Beth's character, as the wife and mother of the family, doesn't follow the traditional role that is portrayed in other animated shows such as The Simpsons, Family guy and American dad (no shade to those shows btw). Marge, Lois and Francine, as iconic as they all are, all share the same thing in common, that they are stay at home mothers, in a marriage they chose, caring for the children they wanted to have while their husbands go to work and earn the money for the family. Wheras Beth is the breadwinner of the family, securing herself a career as a cardiac equine surgeon, being a hardworking job. She decided to marry a man, who probably wouldn't be her first choice, because he got her pregnant at 17 and she didn't really have anyone else in her life (since her Rick had left at that point). She also struggles with substance abuse such as alcoholism and is in a struggling relationship with a man who is unemployed and a bit useless, all while paying for all 5 members of the family with little to no help. Beth holds the most lore and background to her then any other mother from any animated tv show I've ever seen, she breaks stereotypes of wives staying at home, having a perfect marriage with children who she chose to have, and insteads sheds light on the women whos lives her difficult and who are trying but aren't the perfect wife nor mother.

So yeah, when people ask me why my favourite character is Beth I'm going to direct them to this post.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Since I was just reminded of my weird feelings about Oracle in the fandom, I'm gonna talk about it.

Something rubs me the wrong way when I see interpretations of Oracle where she sees everything they do there's not a moment of privacy, and they have to worry about every little thing becoming blackmail.

Specifically, I think this ties into my uncomfortableness when it comes to Alfred drugging the tea or the casual cruelty I see given to Stephanie in a lot of fanfictions. Never mind my kind of issue with justice league finds out Batman has kids and demands information.

As I'm thinking about this originally, I thought my issue was the vulnerability when my actual issue is the lack of ability to be vulnerable.

It boils down to I see this odd prerogative, where a secret is a privilege. A mistake is permanent. And you're not entitled to yourself.

The idea of Oracle being all seeing is interesting and I love it when it's only applied to criminals or like specific instances. 

Admittedly, this might be a bit of my own issue with the right to privacy and that consents matters but it's very weird the almost consistent characterizations of female characters that is invasive or kind of gross.

This doesn't specifically pertain to Oracle, but it something I'm been thinking.

She's still a villain, even if she's a woman. Someone can be cruel or do something kind of horrible and still be a woman. Women are entitled to be kind of shitty. A woman can have negative character traits and still exist. Excuses don't have to be made for it all to make sense. Let women be held to the same standard of men, a part of actual equality is not automatically assuming the goodness of a woman. Because it softens, and I feel like dumbs down the choices of women. Women can be calculating. Woman can be evil. (Oracle is a hero I got distracted)

A few times I've seen this been brought up and usually Tim's name follows it cause when he was a kid, he took pictures or whatever but there's a difference. That's not to say I always hate the characterization of Oracle being like CIA levels of privacy invasion. Just sometimes I feel like if you were to switch the genders, we wouldn't be OK with it...

I also noticed this with Stephanie and even Cass in the fandom, because we have Stephanie fanfiction specifically say some of the most fucked up shit and then it's fine because it's funny. But I then see a dissertation on the shit that has come out of dick or Jason's mouth.

The body language thing two with Cass I feel like is odd. Either people are dumbing down her communication skills, or has it completely paint her as a human lie detector with an added bonus of your emotions, aren't your own.

A huge part of this I am fully admitting is my own understanding that the reason I find it uncomfortable is because I myself if it was me would need want a scrub my skin raw. If someone I worked with and trusted, was always watching every little thing I did and then would hand it out to people who might then make my life miserable about it I wouldn't enjoy it. If I was insulted or belittled the expectation that I would laugh at off that my emotions were my own that everyone else is entitled to my privacy.

Am I a little too woke maybe? If we wouldn't be OK with a man doing it why is that the main characterization we're giving to a woman? If it would be a negative trait for a man, it is a negative trait for a woman.

I feel like it would honestly make a better story if the same callout was given to everyone else. I feel like there's something I'm almost missing in it like do I not see a bigger picture where it's interesting instead of horrifying. 

If it's invasive when Batman does it, it also is when Oracle does it.

Do I think it's that deep probably not am I still deeply uncomfortable with how OK as a fandom we are with assault, invasiveness , lack of privacy and just overall the right to your own bodily autonomy.

Why are the traits were given to woman the very thing we hate in men? I can call out Batman for the weirdness of his systems, but I do the same for Barbara and I committed a hate crime.

I would be 100% OK with it if the acknowledgment of it being problematic was given. But instead, it's glorified.

I would love for Oracle to be acknowledged as what the fuck that's crazy or ok stalker 2.0.

I also don't mind glorifying it after acknowledging its wrong. Let your women be kind of evil or doing some questionable stuff, but don't pretend it's fine.

It's not a problem because a woman does it, but I'm gonna write 4 million fanfictions of a man doing it and I'm gonna make you see he's a villain for it.

I'm gonna be honest I can't really put into words what exactly I think the reasoning or the weird kind of standard is but it's definitely there. This got a little off track, but I have so many thoughts and feelings, and I never remember them until I start on something else.

[benevolenterrancy]

Would Shen Jius magical girl transformation look different than Shen Yuans? Since in PIDW, Bingge and Bingmei obviously look different with the main difference being that one is a magical girl and the other isn't.

So shouldn't shen jiu and shen yuan also have different designs if Shen Jiu ever gets to be a magical girl.

Basically, even though it's the same body, because of them being different souls. They'd have different magical girl designs.

Yes definitely! Technically in the "PIDW version" of this magical girl au, the original Shen Qingqiu doesn't get a magical girl form at all, which is one of the reasons Shang Qinghua is SO unprepared for Cucumber-bro's transformation, but let's play in this space ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

Okay, let's get into the lore here (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑ Hope you wanted a long ramble because thinking about Shen Jiu made me think about how some of the logistics of the world would work.

So the way I see it, the original PIDW!version of this show was meant to be a very cynical deconstruction of the magical girl tropes, breaking away from the ~win with the power of friendship~ foundation and create a very individualistic, stallion-style protagonist. Sure Bingge gets "love" but is it even really love, or just a shallow echo of it? can he ever truly be satisfied? no, even with all the "love" and "romance" he acquires in the show the finale makes it clear that it was all meaningless, which of course makes Shen Yuan lose his shit and die. This SVSSS!version is almost like genre conventions re-exerting control.

One of the core aspects of magical girls in this world is that they need to have a base level of ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ trust, love and friendship!! ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ for it to work. Someone may have the magical potential but if they aren't drawing from that core human capacity to form meaningful relationships then they won't be able to access their magic.

Shen Jiu very much had the magical potential to be a magic girl... however for very obvious fucking reason by the time he was in a place to be trained or use a real magical conduit his ability to trust other people or wholly give over his heart to someone is completely fractured. If he has the ability to transform at all, it would be very unstable and incapable of lasting for longer than a few seconds. He probably never even gets to see his costume. So he is *very* aware that he has significant magical power but that because of his past he can't access it properly.

In true Shen Jiu fashion, he then turns this around on Luo Binghe when he arrives -- this bright child, brimming with magical potential despite having a hard start to life! Shen Jiu has to stamp that out with prejudice... it's almost like an experiment, some sick affirmation, as if to figure out what the breaking point was for him. How much can a person endure before any potential is shattered? Was there a moment in his childhood that was his official point of no return? Except in the PIDW!version of the story Luo Binghe of course goes on to unlock his demonic heritage and is able to continue the story using his demonic transformation (*SQH voice* It's subverting audience expectations, bro, everyone loves a plot twist!!!)

(Note: this is why it is, technically, possible for demons to do a magical girl transformation, it's just significantly less common because of traditions, assumptions, and demon society not putting a value on forming close romantic/familial love in the way human society does. MBJ from the PIDW!version wouldn't be able to have a magical girl transformation because OBVIOUSLY he doesn't trust his shitty family or his treacherous spy. SVSSS!MBJ can because he may not trust his family, but he's learnt to implicitly trust and love Shang Qinghua. When SQH realises HOW EARLY ON MBJ is able to transform and what that means he needs to like. sit down for a minute. The flipside though, someone like Shen Jiu could never access a demonic transformation because it's too physically demanding and would destroy a human's body.)

That being said, if someone's ability to trust and love can be damaged it could also be healed! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و So if we look at an AU of this AU, where Shen Jiu gets saved earlier, or gets Shen-Yuan'd, or whatever, then YES he could theoretically transform into a magical girl!

This outfit is intentionally a mix between Shen Yuan's transformation and LBH's blackened form (because Shen Jiu and Shen Yuan share the "SQQ base" and SY intentionally tries to play into the SQQ role, and because SJand LBH have some pretty obvious parallels). SY's design stays with diamond, to keep in line with SQQ, but his tend to be much broader, they have a softer, rounder shape; SJ's are much sharper in general, more needle like. SJ's form also brings in the red highlights in a way that SY's fails too. SY fights with a fan because to him that seems like the weapon SQQ *should* have, but the real SJ uses a fan only defensively, his weapon is the long ribbons on his costume that he uses like whips. Out of all the magical girls, he's the most completely covered, with very little skin showing -- to the point that his sleeves will even cover his hands. This would be seen as rather untrustworthy in general, since usually magical girl outfits show more, but SJ would NOT be able to tolerate being that exposed.

(Also you just KNOW that YQY's outfit has diamond cut-outs in it. Not because he has a diamond theme, he doesn't, but because he's so desperate to fit with SJ, to be completed and made whole by him, and do the same for him. Just this constant, sad echo of what's been cut out from him and what's missing 🫠)

[mimus-mortuis]

When I saw the new teaser with the dance, my first thought was: Gomez and Morticia vibes. And I loved it. Let me explain.

If you've seen the Addams Family movies, you might have noticed that Gomez and Morticia love to dance (and we'll have a masquerade ball this season where they'll definitely show off their skills). Their style is tango: fiery love, passion, sensuality. Tango is a dance where you constantly touch your partner.

And then we have Wenclair.

Wednesday isn't like her parents; she's still gloomy, detached, unemotional, and not tactile. But there's one place in the world where she can open up and let it all out: playing the cello. And here we have Enid dancing not something modern and trendy, but elements of ballet (most likely contemporary). Ballet is grace, drama, lightness, like a soft marshmallow, like Enid herself. It's a story told through movement.

And all this action takes place not in the fiery and sharp manner and bright red tones of tango, but in depressive, dark (which suits Wednesday so well) and tragic tones, where there is only one outstanding element (Enid is like a lonely dying swan drowning in her feelings) and its invisible classical accompaniment. Perhaps Wednesday really pushed Enid away in an attempt to protect her, and they express their longing for each other in the best way they know how. Maybe they aren't even in the same room, and this is a way to show us that they feel each other at a distance, and this is their attempt at an invisible connection, "I'm not next to you, but I'm here in your heart." If you look at it that way, it's so poetic that I even want to cry.

If Gomez and Morticia are a firework of emotions from the all-consuming love of two essentially identical people who are always on the same wavelength, then Wenclair is about acceptance. Enid and Wednesday are different, they are not alike at all, but they accept these peculiarities and differences, and we saw this in the first season from Enid's side, and I see it now in Wednesday's barely noticeable smile. She no longer says that ballet is stupid, like all these strange emojis, she's damn sitting here and playing for her. Just as Enid doesn't dance in her cute and bright half of the room under the spotlights, she's right here in this oppressive, scary darkness for Wednesday.

And I really liked that these two pairs don't repeat each other and that the show isn't trying to shove them into another typical school disco. They don't copy Wednesday's parents (I don't think anyone would want to see another Gomez and Morticia, just with different faces). They are different, they stand out, and that's wonderful.

They found their own way to express these emotions, to show their feelings, so unexpectedly perfectly suited to each other (hell, ballet and playing a classical instrument, it's a perfectly matched combination, the producer is a genius).

That's all I wanted to say, and now I'm going to go cry into my pillow.

[lifeafterpsychiatry]

Whenever I want to vent about my old friend group, people just insist they were bad friends or bad people and double down when I say that's not it at all. I was the one who was actually close friends with them for a few years, I know their characters. At worst, they were immature.

I would communicate with them about boundaries, expectations, times they let me down until I was blue in the face. All fairly normal and reasonable expectations and boundaries for close friends, by the way. They would always feel terrible, apologise sincerely and swear that they loved me and wanted to do better, but their actions never changed. I really don't think it was malice. Maybe we have a different idea of what a close friend looks like or we weren't growing up in the same direction or at the same pace. The best way to describe it they behaved like casual friends while insisting we were chosen family (and getting close friend behaviour from me).

At a certain point, I had to accept that we weren't compatible as friends. They're clearly not capable of being the friends that I want. If they were, they would have done better after the first time or two I had to address what became a reoccurring issue with them. I think they genuinely did like and care for me but that isn't enough for a relationship to survive. I can't change people. That doesn't make them bad people, but me struggling to even be pleasant to them in the end because I was so resentful of nothing changing after asking and trying to problem solve for years doesn't make me better than them. Really, I should have left them a few years earlier because on some level, I knew they wouldn't change, and it is kind of on me for sticking around for so long and letting myself get bitter.

It doesn't matter how much you communicate if the other people aren't capable of really hearing what you're saying. It's healthier to just let people go when it becomes clear they can't be who you need or want them to be. Not all ex-friends are monsters. Sometimes you're just not compatible.

And the thing is, there's a point where it doesn't really matter that much whether it's happening because of malice or emotional immaturity - it'll still never be a relationship that gives you what you want and need. Good job on stepping away from this, even if they were genuinely nice people on some level.

[hokusu]

#dabihawks summer hotpot (suggestive) 🍲

Thinking about Dabi, who eats spicy hotpot in the midst of summer like a psycho because no, he doesn't distinguish with the weather and as far as he's concerned hotpot is made to be enjoyed year round.

For someone with limited feeling throughout his body, eating spicy food to feel something is a no brainer. He loves the way it burns against his tongue and especially loves the numbing of sichuan peppers mingled in with the heat of the savory flavors.

And Hawks, just off patrol sweating buckets from the heat, looks at him like—

“Alright, I know I call you hot stuff, but how and literally why?!”

Hawks goes on a mini rant about how unbearably hot it's been and how he can't stand the heat until Dabi shoves a spoon full of soup and meat, a piece of tofu and mushroom into his shocked mouth.

Instantly, his wings fluff up in the same moment his eyes widen.

And 𝘰𝘩, the clash of different flavors soaked up into the meat and vegetables, the kick of the spice, that's... that's so good, Hawks just out right moans around the spoon.

Dabi stares at him. Hawks stares back. Hawks swallows and... Dabi's still staring.

If Hawks starts coughing next he'll blame it solely on the peppers, not because he's masking the sound he'd accidentally let out.

Dabi slaps him on the back to dislodge his cough and hands him an ice cold ginger beer that Hawks downs without a thought. The cold of the sweet pure ginger burns all the way down his throat right after the spices, his tongue tingling pleasantly and holy shit, that combination, that specific kind of heat... what a fucking chaser.

He addictingly wants more.

Hawks exhales, the sweat prickling against his skin as he looks at Dabi something between insanity and impressed, "You're a goddamn masochist, aren't you?"

Dabi throws his head back and laughs, "What, having my dick pierced didn't give that away?"

And now it's Hawks who stares, lips parted without words. Dabi glances over at him with a look and continues with a smirk, "Right. You haven't seen them yet."

Hawks blinks. Then his brain focuses on those few words like there's no other words in the entire world. Dabi has his dick pierced. He hasn't seen them yet. Yet. Yet.

Is that supposed to mean—

"But say... you're a goddamn slut for food aren't you, birdie?" Dabi finishes smugly.

And of course, Hawks should've known better. There was no way Dabi would let that moan go without a comment.

Hawks refuses to be embarrassed about it though and he doesn't even have it in him to deny that because he is, and he did moan. For food. Right as Dabi spoon fed him.

He loves food, sue him.

Dabi leans in far too close, lips gracing against his ear that fights down the pink that wants to rise in his cheeks, "I kind of like when you moan for food, but what's it like when you moan for me?"

Hawks licks his lips, the trace of heat from the spicy oil still there. He thinks of Dabi's pierced dick and swallows, his eyes fixed on the hotpot before them.

Hunger bubbles in his stomach, a little of both ways, he thinks.

"You could feed me again," Hawks offers.

Dabi wastes no time to spoon a serving of pure soup into his own mouth, before he leans over to tilt Hawks chin beneath his thumb and slots his lips against Hawks'.

Dabi angles himself back, his tongue parsing in between Hawks' parted lips of surprise, the soup carrying over without missing a single drop. It flames against his tongue, the numbing spice coating his palette as Dabi tongues against the roof of his mouth, the heat of his piercing particularly delicious as it slides against him and coaxes him to swallow. As he does, Dabi licks every lingering drop against his lips.

And if Hawks starts thinking about Dabi's pierced dick in the same moment that he moans around the taste?

It's the spicy hotpot. Just hotpot.

[genericpuff]

tbh i think a lot of your LO feelings and opinions are true and correct. I also deeply enjoy your work, LR. But watching you stalk her social media and criticize her oc's definitely is getting into the 'fanatical hater' vibe over 'jilted fan' and am wondering if your intentions with LR are more personal/spite fueled than you like to say.

I mean, valid take, but also, if you're only just now realizing that LR was fueled by spite... I mean I don't really know what to tell you, that's half of what drove it from the very beginning? 😆 Call me a fanatical hater all you want but I was absolutely ticked with how LO turned out and I had to funnel that passionate disappointment into something, so here we are. Fanfiction is fanfiction is fanfiction regardless of whether you fully agree with the motives behind it, and just because I'm a hater now doesn't mean I wasn't once a huge fan of her work.

That said, I wanna make it clear that spite plays very little in the creation of LR nowadays. If it still did, I think I would have just wound up hating it. LO has long since ended and I immensely enjoy creating LR as both a transformative interpretation of Rachel's work but also my own thing; but LR literally couldn't exist if I didn't have hot takes about Rachel's work and I've tried to be pretty clear about that in the past.

All that said, I promise I'm not like, constantly looming over Rachel's social media or anything like that. Sure, that's the assumption you can make when I post something directly from her socials, but most of what I see these days tends to be secondhand through other communities and tags. Because, shocker, her socials just aren't that interesting most of the time? 💀😆 And when I do check them, it's for the same reasons anyone checks an artist's socials, to see if there's anything new, because 99% of the time, most of it's stuff that's still worth checking out or peeking at even if my opinions of it aren't entirely positive (but even then, most of what I have to say about her newer stuff is "okay" or "neat"). The only time I have anything hugely negative to say about what she posts is if it's an actual product like the LO merch (ex. the cookbook), but for the most part, her sketches and such are literally just that, sketches, and I don't really have much to say about the vast majority of them. I'd be a real dick if I scrutinized her for those.

I do think it's funny that in spite of that, any time I make any single one post about Rachel's work in the past or present even when it's in relation to LO - which is what this whole blog was made for - I get people who comment on how I'm "nitpicking" her despite the fact that I'm posting about her less than ever, and people who have been around since the beginning can absolutely attest to that. But I chalk that up to the Airplane Convention Problem, there are people here now who either haven't read LO, haven't read LR before, weren't there for my earlier days when I made this blog for the explicit purpose of separating my LO shitposting and criticizing from my other stuff, or some combination of all three. So seeing even one critical post about Rachel's past or present work hits them like a truck when for everyone else here, it's just another Tuesday 💀🥴😆

Not saying you fall into those camps but again, see above, being "suspicious" of me creating LR partially out of spite isn't some conspiracy theory, that's literally just half the recipe for the comic and I don't see how that should be a catch-all bad thing so long as I stay on my side of the fence LMAO and so long as I do my part and actually live up to the expectations that I set out for LR which I'd like to hope I'm at least somewhat achieving? but that's up to the audience to determine , not me.

Making LR partially out of spite doesn't mean there's zero love in it, and a big part of why I make it is out of love for both what LO used to be and what Rachel's work used to mean to me, even if I can't look at it through the same lens anymore. That doesn't mean I hate every ounce of every drawing she puts out now, though. I actually quite like a lot of them, but I also don't have much to say about them because they just sort of are, because again, they're sketches.

Like, that one comparison that I just posted of Death x Eleanor to Hades x Persephone (which I'm assuming was the inciting post for this question) is not in any way indication of how I view Rachel's overall work in the present day. It wasn't even an opinion about her art, more so just a quip about how history may already seem to be repeating itself. But I mean, maybe it won't? Who knows. She's doing her thing and it's actually quite nice to see her returning to just drawing for herself and not for Webtoons anymore. I might not be interested in her future projects, but I can respect the return to form in the sense of her art finally looking like she made it again. And I might make a crack every now and then about how she's still drawing the daddy x daughter duo like she did in LO because as an outsider looking in, yeah, that's what it looks like.

But that's just me. I'm a former fan of LO with a lot of shit to throw about what the comic became, and a lot of complicated feelings towards what it could have been, just like many of the other people in this community. Welcome to my blog.

[housemdork]

house md rewatch: 3x06, "que sera sera"

"you're having my baby / what a wonderful way of saying / how much you love me ♫" hmm.

if i remember correctly, this is when i started to fully get cracked out on hilson...

there's a lot more to unpack about this episode than i get to below because - as you can immediately tell - i am hurtling toward its final scene because it's Very Important To Me. but i do want to make the point at the top that george's plotline, for whatever merit we can find in it, does more work in making him a tragic, pitiful spectacle than any commentary on fatphobia in the medical field. i think the episode gestures towards this, but (as is common), it falls flat.

the most foregrounded conflict of 3x06 is the question of what makes a "real" illness, which the fellows have different opinions about (a surprise to no one!). what i appreciate about this is that they added more dimension to the show's treatment of fat patients than 1x16 did, including chase's (still raging) fatphobia.

for all its apoliticism, house md at least broaches the uncomfortable social stigma surrounding obesity - that medical professionals subsume every other possible ailment a fat person could be experiencing with the need to lose weight, along with the more emotional question of "why are you doing this to yourself?" chase, in keeping with his (strangest) character flaw, sees obesity not just as self harm, but a kind of self harm that deserves no understanding, medical treatment, etc.

this is the first of several ways 3x06 makes george analogous to house, but i'll get to that point in full soon.

foreman (rightfully) insists that george deserves treatment, but cameron especially stands on business in this episode. after house tells chase to "sit on his ass," effectively booting him from the entire episode, she takes the reins in full, starting with insisting that the MRI table can handle someone of george's size.

to cameron's "he still deserves the same standard of care as anyone else," foreman raises her, "and you believe the machine will stand on principle?" and cameron doesn't care! they break the MRI table, but they get the visuals they need, and when cuddy tries taking house to task about what she assumes was his recklessness, cameron comes clean.

"morbid obesity is a legally defined disability, which means if we'd denied access to the MRI, he could've sued us for discrimination as well as malpractice."

i've talked several times about how cuddy is the one to branch the legal with the moral and with the ethical, during which she acts a lot like house to make sure what's right comes to pass. but the reason why cameron makes such an impression on cuddy here (such that she appears to avoid all of the repercussions) is that cameron is able to make that branching happen! it's very impressive and satisfying!

her increasingly house-like behavior (she's always had that spark, but season 3 is really letting it glow) culminates in both george's tragic, unexpected lung cancer diagnosis and another house/cameron brain-picking moment wherein we dredge up the question of why cameron is drawn to certain people. but i find this moment more narratively satisfying than most of its predecessors because cameron won't give us a straight answer because house doesn't deserve one anymore.

in an episode where house has been dragging the fellows through the mud because of his "personal problems" (to use cameron's words), it's satisfying for cameron to remind him that "sometimes the answers just aren't that simple." sometimes people - like herself, house, george, and all the rest - can't be neatly stuffed into boxes when it most pleases him. after the emotional beating she's taken from house thus far, i found this conversation especially poignant, and i know there's more to say about it but i'm looking down the barrel of this recap and gawking at the length...

i do think it bears mentioning that, in an episode where cameron truly stands on business and defies not just cuddy but house, too, george still dies of an unrelated and terminal disease (cancer strikes again). this "and it was all tragedy, anyway" theme pursues cameron until death, it seems.

speaking of george, apart from the aforementioned really obvious apartment comparison, there are 2 major ways that he and house are alike: they literally ingest what harms them (and what people assume is the origin of all their problems), and they both reject the idea that they maybe - just maybe - could be miserable.

when chase is giving his first diatribe about why he disagrees with treating george, he says to foreman that "a person shouldn't be able to eat themselves into oblivion and then just expect everyone to pull out all the stops to fix everything." this sentiment replicates the ingrained fatphobia in the medical community and characterizes how addicts are treated in the same breath. not only that, but the above shot, which emphasizes both characters' compromised mobility, captures these similarities by way of their visual differences. paradox moment!

the visuals of the firemen finding george in his apartment also reminded me of a frequent shot we get of house at his place - sprawled, in pain, when he wakes up.

the added tragedy of this moment, however, is how george is surrounded by people who gave up on him to the highest degree. the medical professional on scene didn't even bother to check for a pulse on account of his weight.

what's most obvious, however, it george's continued refusal that he's miserable, which is why he's overweight. he rejects that causal relationship and tells cameron that "i'm not miserable. i'm just overweight," which feels like an exact mirror of house's refrain "i'm not an addict. i'm in pain." i found the messaging around this point unclear until 3x06 contrasted george's physical isolation when he meets his fate (terminal lung cancer) with house's own support system.

george's final comment, "c'est la vie," is a parting note of tragedy. despite "what he's done" to his body (re: chase's idea of obesity), that's not what kills him. he bore no real responsibility for his illness and didn't even have anyone to go home to. MEANWHILE, house's mounting issues are almost entirely related to his vicodin addiction AND those who are strung up in his web to account for it.

wilson bails house of jail for $15,000 and cuddy finds him a criminal lawyer, making no mention of the potential collateral to the hospital. his two biggest "critics" are simultaneously his two greatest sources of support. for all their 1x11 "detox" tomfoolery, there's a certain possessiveness to their help/enabling/kindness, whatever you want to call it. the problems really start when house accepts their assistance blindly, and going so far as to take it for granted.

this is so intimate btw ^.

by way of featuring cuddy and wilson's involvement in house's issue with tritter, 3x06 asks us to care a little less for house, in my view. the tragedy of george's final on-screen moments are markedly contrasted with house's last in the episode, wherein he's playing blues music after unwittingly helping his best friend jeopardize his entire career and livelihood. one character truly has been isolated not just because of an illness, but his weight, too; his walking parallel, house, can't achieve this insight, nor can he read between the lines.

what's excited me the most about 3x06 only occurred to me when i sat down to get writing this one, and it's all wrapped up in the song house's jailcell buddy is singing: paul anka's "you're having my baby" (which is apparently considered one of the worst songs of all time lol). though we only get the chorus, the spirit of those lyrics and the song at large is that the greatest sign of commitment/love a person can make to another is to have their baby. and remember a long time ago when we established that, between the big 3 of the show, house is "the baby?" (1x18).

this introduces the question of commitment into 3x06 in a really innovative way because reproduction is impossible in 2 ways: cuddy's struggle with infertility and, you know, wilson being wilson. throughout the show, then, house will demand to be both wilson and cuddy's biggest commitments, and their relationships suffer irreparably as a result. this trend has its roots in season 3, and wilson, having the least/lowest standards, is both the biggest victim and the biggest offender.

so 3x06 offers the idea of the "baby" just like "babies and bathwater" did - house as something to be defended, and loyalty is tested by way of preserving the baby in question. house almost slips up and mentions cuddy's fertility treatments to cameron and foreman, too, so it's not so much of a reach to yank that plot thread into this episode.

a clever way that 3x06 sneaks the idea of commitment and trust into the script is through the question of whether george may have an STD. house doubts this, saying that george would be one to get an STD only from someone he trusts/doesn't have to protect himself from (which, as we come to find out, is just about nobody). i'm arguing that in a trifecta so fraught with psychosexual politics, however silly/humorous, that we're casting house as that destructive kind of virus contracted through commitment as (symbolically) serious and intimate as sex.

but, at least for now, wilson will remain the biggest victim and perpetrator of the house burden/enabler cycle that i mentioned in 3x01. his loyalty is the first to be tested, and it's all very "babies and bathwater" of him. the scene between wilson and tritter may be my very favorite of the season so far, so i have to break it down a bit.

the easy part here is the lighting, ofc. tritter is enclosed in darkness, while wilson is illuminated, facing with honest body language at this point because he doesn't know about the forged prescriptions.

tritter's sudden approach toward wilson when he's about to reveal those forged prescriptions envelops wilson in the same competing masculinities that house and tritter introduced in 3x05. his demeanor with wilson is overwhelmingly gentle, but the approach is sudden, abrupt, and with the intent to see the realization/shock of house's betrayal on his face. just like how house has been saying, tritter is a bully who banks on intimidation. better yet, they're both doused in the desk lamp light now, under equal exposure.

then tritter and wilson reenact one of my favorite ways that house md portrays/negotiates masculinity: whoever is seated is in control. this happened frequently with wilson and house in season 1 (almost exclusively when they were talking about women), but this iteration is far more intimidating:

after just point-blank lying about the scrips being his own, wilson has to wait for tritter to stand up. whether or not he feels confident in his lie is irrelevant; tritter has just claimed total control of the conversation. what's extra impactful, however, is the look of stunned bemusement on tritter's face when wilson lies to him:

and when tritter gives wilson one last chance to truly fess up and sell house out, he warns him in a way that he knows would push wilson to his limits: "because if you are, for some reason, mistaken, we will find out, and that will not be good for you, or for doctor house."

he hopes that, if he ties house's livelihood into the mix, then he can get wilson to crack (and he's not wrong. he read wilson very well and very quickly, but that's for a later installment of my wilson apologism).

furthermore, 3x06 doesn't show us wilson's face up close after tritter's departure. instead, we get a rare, prayer-like moment from wilson, the irony being that the resident deity of house md is the exact problem about which he's symbolically "praying." the shot lingers on wilson on the right, framed by windows, but he doesn't gaze fondly outside/look to the sky in prayer. instead, he looks upward, this time doused in light from a somewhat inexplicable source...

before realizing that the god in question is to blame for his dilemma and hanging his head in shame. there's no absolution to be found, even when wilson assures tritter regarding his lie that "i am sure. absolutely."

this is such an excellent installment in the longwinded process of house's deification to everyone except wilson, who i maintain knows house at an innate human level, separate from everyone else. i used to lump wilson in with the masses when it came to his relationship to "god" house, but now i'm excited to see all the ways in which he rejects that side/impression of house.

amidst all of this, wilson is still in that damn hotel room. he's still living in a state of impermanence but takes an oath to defend the one mote of stability/permanence he has left (house). the scattered paraphernalia here just kills me; the only thing that resonates of wilson are the scrips, but even those are corrupted when tritter reveals the forged ones.

finally, then, in the spirit of more hilson posting, i have to highlight how house squishes a tomato with his teeth and onto wilson's coat. another of house's childish tantrums? for sure. something i could make a funny homoerotic/ejaculatory comment about? yes. but, more importantly, the tomato = house corrupting wilson's the pristine lab coat, the symbol of wilson's otherwise untarnished career, harkening back all the way to when vogler demanded that house wear his own.

i warned ya'll at the top that i had an agenda for this one!! i need to apologize to season 3 for forgetting that it has some crazy potent moments like these. this is the wilson who caught me hook, line, and sinker however many months ago because What Are You Doing, My Guy?

[derealitysys]

Some radqueer affirmations,,

You are valid.

You are loved.

You will find happiness.

People *will* accept you.

You're transplural? We've made headmates before, you can do it too! Our whole system exists because we intentionally created it as a child. We have dissociation, amnesia, a vivid headspace, everything.

You're transrace/rcta? As a cisPOC we love you! You've done no wrong. When we were little, we wanted to be a different race so we looked like our family. We know what its like and we whole-heartedly support you.

You're transspecies? SAME! <3 Nothings worse than being in a body that doesn't belong to you but trust me, it will get better. There are surgeries like tongue-splitting, canine sharpening, you can get tattoos of extra nipples, you can (probably) split your lips aswell to look cat-like, you can do your nails to resemble claws, there's contact lenses that can give you slit pupils, + a wholeee lot more!

You're translanguage? We believe in you!! You can do it!! There's alot of free language learning apps, like Duolingo (thats the only one we know haha), you can use Google translate to teach yourself simple phrases and work up to more complex ones, there's youtube tutorials for doing different accents, we love you your super awesome <3

You're transage? Same!! Alot of us feel like we've matured faster than our body, or like we're developmentally stuck as younger kids, and even though the stigma surrounding YtOs can be really harsh, trust me your not what they say you are. You're not a predator. You're not a faker. You're not a fetish. You will find people that love and support you and treat you like your transage.

You're a paraphile? Us too! <3 Anyone who discriminates against you for having a paraphilic disorder is NOT a real mental health advocate. Thought crimes do not exist. You deserve to be treated equally to any other mentally ill person. You're not a monster for having intrusive thoughts. As long as you aren't hurting kids / animals in real life, you've done no wrong in our book.

You're transtrauma? Same! Chances are you probably are already traumatized. Wanting to be traumatized is a sign of severe trauma, especially if you were gaslighted. There are actually ways to traumatize yourself by self-gaslighting and false memories but i dont recommend that.

You're transadored? I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU CISADORED. Love you! Mwah <3 You can dm us if you wanna be friends or just want supply!

You're a xenoid/xeno user? Us too! <3 Anyone that says tour identity isn't real/inst valid IS inherently ableist! Xenogenders/xenoids (as far as we know) were originally coined for autistic people. Social constructs are, well,, social constructs and your allowed to change them/make new ones! Cringe culture is dead and anyone who bullies you can suck my dick </3

You're transexperience? We believe and support you! Perception is reality, of you think/feel that something happened, it did! <333

Thats all for now but we might do a part two with more affirmations. <33

[notmorbid]

the bright years.

dialogue prompts from the bright years by sarah damoff.

i can drive.

i can't remember the last time anyone listened to me like this.

i don't have parents for you to meet.

i prefer to keep past and future at arm's length.

you want to have kids?

there must be some happy memories.

let's leave behind what we need to leave behind.

the work of the artist is to freeze time.

you're like light.

you're taking those deep breaths you take when something is wrong.

i don't want a new tomorrow. i want a new yesterday.

we don't know how to be alone together anymore.

you're my emergency contact.

i don't need you to say anything.

abuse is much easier to identify when it's not in your own house.

it always surprises me how much space emptiness can take up.

you aren't the monster you think you are.

holding on eventually becomes more painful than letting go.

sometimes grownups forget to think about how our choices impact children.

you're twice the monster you think you are.

how many times can you give up on the same person?

future is a finite resource.

loss keeps a tight grip, when there's hope left.

there are two kinds of grief: grieving the loss of what was, and grieving the loss of what wasn't.

i miss you, you know.

don't call me if nothing's changed.

please hate me.

i do hate you. but i also love you, and i'm not sorry for that.

i vowed to protect you, didn't i?

sometimes love can mean leaving.

let me help.

you stopped letting me love you.

i will not love a liar.

don't act like everything is normal.

being here feels like time travel.

you're entitled to your opinion, even though it's wrong.

my thoughts are only worth a penny to you?

love doesn't always feel like we expect.

'never' is so easy for a young person to say.

you don't have to be a baby to want your mom.

a small life is a big feat.

i didn't think i'd get this far.

i can forgive you, if you're honest. if you let me in.

what are you thinking?

i'm so sorry for every scar i've missed.

time is funny. bodies, too. what fades and what doesn't.

what were you like when you were my age?

it's not that you don't need anyone. you just don't need everyone.

there's something permanent about where you start.

you can't control anyone else's choices.

things from your childhood really stick.

air. i need air.

love makes people stupid.

make a list of what you like to eat, and your favorite ice cream flavors.

i wonder if maybe i'm going a little crazy.

we'd all still focus on the wrong things, even if we could go back in time.

one death is a thousand others.

the living have living to do.

i'm sorry i didn't save ____.

the past can't change, but memory can, which is almost the same thing.

you couldn't have done anything different.

i don't remember you dressing like that.

i can live with unrequited. i have lived with it. but i can't live without you.

i hope your life has been good.

so which of us should tell our life story first?

orphanhood sure can take many forms.

to cry means to live.

i love kids. i just don't think i could handle loving my own kids.

you let me put my foot in my mouth so many times.

whose turn is it to cook tonight? should we order takeout?

a woman should always consider both fashion and comfort.

what's the difference between an excuse and a reason?

you never talk about your childhood.

how can you be afraid of something you've never done?

my past taught me not to trust anyone.

love is worth the losing of it.

sometimes we have to choose one pain to prevent another.

fear can make a liar of a saint.

how long have you felt this way?

people are still awful. but you're not awful.

you said you're in love with me.

age makes anger give way to something slushier.

if you're too scared, we don't have to go.

i hope you know how much i trust you.

you're the greatest non-regret i've ever had.

mistakes are choices, too.

life can be too long to bear, and too short.

life is a life-threatening condition.

loss doesn't negate salvation.

so much can be lost, and still, so much remains.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

To hold Tim Drake to the same standard as Alfred pennyworth is such a blatantly stupid idea it's kind of laughable.

It always involves the victim blaming of Jason's death and the overall bullshit that was talked about Jason.

If you can't see the difference between a actual child and a grown ass fucking adult, one of which had a perspective and interactions with Jason.

Well Tim blamed Jason for his death yeah and he's being told by every adult in his life if he dies, it's his fault and is being told that Jason dying was Jason's fault.

I do not understand why Tim Drake is never given an ounce of leeway.

Also, as much as I do enjoy reading the enemy to caretaker tag about Jason and Tim. I've always acknowledged that you know it's purely like fun to read. I woudn't want it be canon or anything.

But the amount of pure fucking hate people have for Tim is just ridiculous.

Like y'all act like he was 25 years old pissing on Jason's coffin, and jerking off in his bed. 

Then you know, Jason came back and tried to kill him multiple times and somehow Tim is at fault for all of that.

Do you think Tim murdered, Jason? Do you think he robbed Jason's coffin? Do you think he slept with his mom?

Now I don't mind reading stories where Jason you know leaves the batfamily, and I don't mind if he like leaves Tim too because you know whatever. But if you are having Jason act like Tim is literally the joker we need some perspective.

You can have Jason hate all of them, but Tim doesn't need to be singled out in the same way of Bruce and Alfred. He can just be apathetic to Tim. He doesn't have to hate him. He can just be like whatever there's that random kid.

Something to remember is if you are over the age of 18 and hating and beefing with a child you are the problem.

Well, when Jason came back, he's only 19. I don't give a fuck how old he is honestly if you have 2 1/2 feet on someone and you can legally vote. It's kind of your job to not be the fucking worst.

I love Jason. I enjoy his character.

I'm gonna let you in on a secret. Tim did not actually have the ability to ruin Jason's life now sure but prior to him being you know Robin he didn't actually control the weather. 

Don't get me started on the Tim and Damian thing because I'm gonna let you in on a secret. Both Damian and Tim aren't at fault for those interactions. Maybe Tim could've been nicer but once again the children are not at fault for fucking adults not acting like adults.

Remember guys, we always wanna talk about how Tim is eternally 17 hint hint that's still a child. 



[bluemoondust]

tumblr literally froze on me as soon as i hit 'send'... forgive me if you got this twice, just feel free to delete this message! anyway, this is prev anon with some thoughtsss i'll split them up by ask and maybe won't send them all at once, lol.

i think volt has such great yandere potential because he's (presumably?) pretty new to the whole Existing things and things might be overwhelming... moreso, he was made with a very clear purpose in mind: to protect eddie. and, perhaps, now that you've grown close with both of them, your wellbeing also features prominently in his mind. for volt, it's not something he simply cares about a lot, it's a need.

meanwhile, you're pushing yourself too hard. trying to form bonds with everyone in your house (even the ones that you don't like, or the ones that exhaust you). you're fixing everything, adhering to everyone's schedule, playing (couple's therapist), shouldering everyone's problems except your own... volt and eddie hardly even see you at the breaker box anymore! it'd be a lot for anyone, but especially for you, a years-long shut-in with heaps of unprocessed trauma on your own. you're not taking it well. you're on the path of burning yourself out...

and no one can see this more clearly than volt. he can see right through any airs you might try to put on. i think volt should just <3 sweep you off and keep you somewhere small and quiet and safe. where no one else can bother you. maybe it's meant to be a temporary thing, at first. just to get you to reload... but there's no stressors when it's just the three of you, nothing for you to worry about. shouldn't you just stay here?

volt knows what happened the last time he wasn't deliberate enough. eddie had just kept pushing himself, nearly collapsed in on himself. he won't let the same happen to you.

thank you for reading LOL i'm not sure how eddie would feel about of all of this... if you have any ideas on that id love to hear lol

All a-okay, anon!

Love this! Volt would absolutely be able to see the telltale signs of someone who is experiencing burnout and like hell he will let this keep going on.

As for Eddie's reaction to this,,, I'm pretty sure he would notice, but he doesn't act like it (due to not being too open with his feelings). He's very subtle about his concerns, trying to make sure you're doing alright. I feel like he will notice Volt's intentions immediately, and it makes him take pause for a moment. He knows why Volt is doing this and...he can't help but feel slightly solemn remembering his own experiences with burnout. So this is what it feels like...

He clenches his hands and really takes you in. Eddie would definitely feel that he has to do something after contemplating for a while. He just can't let you crumble and fall while dealing with it all alone. You aren't alone at all...and he will make sure that's the case.

Of course the two would work together! Eddie is not too good with words, but Volt helps in that regard. It's a lot to take in, with what they're doing, so you'll need it. You really need to understand why and how important it is. This is necessary.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

thuyw au, 10-20 years later

so this is just a little exploration, just playing around for the lols because so many people are obsessed with the idea of what the future in this au is like. and just to point out yet again (because it is relevant in this context) this au is suspended in time, no one is ageing, graduating, no nothing, this is just for fun.

on to the headcanons:

steve: go off to law school, then have a successful career at his dad's firm, take over that someday...

bucky: goes on to become a journalist, probably eventually becomes the editor of some huge and iconic paper, but at the end of the day, no burden will ever be as heavy as dat dick of his.

ari: jail. idk how else to say this, i think he'd end up in jail one way or another.... good for him tho, he'll probably vibe with it, it'll be just enough of a slap over his wrist to keep things interesting for him.

andy: will probably end up working at the same lawfirm as steve, so they can be all horrible at work together (maybe corrupt at least one secretary... both on their own, together, crosswise, circle, loop de loop)

marc: he will travel a bunch (have his own little eat, pray, love situation), end up moving to a different country and change so much that he doesn't tell anyone about what his youth was like (ew, fratbro, no thank you. we'll take that secret to the grave, thanks)

ransom: let's be real, he'll probably die young of an overdose because he partied too hard

curtis: i could see him having a stint after uni of fully devoting his life to boxing and having an amazing career in that before his body said stop. after that, he'd probably got enough money to be fine for the rest of his life, so he then probably goes on to spend a lot of his life with various charity organisations (he's an anthropology major now, so i could see that)

lloyd: well... his future is already set and stone in his little bio on the guide post: future sugar daddy. feels right. feels correct.

thor: he will become that alumnus that can't let go of his youth and always shows up at random school events

scott: will probably go on to life the most "normal" life out of all of them

miguel: i'm seeing tech billionaire in his future or some shit like that...

billy: fuckboy for life, never settles down, all day, all night, breakfast, lunch and dinner, babyyyy

frank: i could see him eventually down the line becoming a teacher... maybe at a high school...

and lastly, y/n: i could see her go a few different ways...

what i wish the most for her is that she gets as far away from all of these fuckers as she can, lives a quiet and peaceful life around people who aren't actual monsters.

but if she doesn't ever manage to do so, then maybe she ends up in a very toxic relationship with reed (he eventually divorces his wife after they've carried their affair on for forever, like all throughout her education, probably doesn't stop being secret till after she is a doctor)

or maybe after her mom and steve's dad eventually split up, steve grabs the opportunity with both hands because suddenly their dynamic isn't as taboo anymore. he's gotten so used to her that he can't let go yet, he's too addicted to quit. maybe he takes even more over her life, moves her with him to keep her close, makes her quit school just to keep her priorities straight (which he thinks should fully be him), keeps her around like he'd keep a maid around, you know? or more accurately, like his favourite sex toy, because that's what you are lol.

another thought could be that none of them are able to stop this horrible dance you've got going on

soooo maybe they all work together to kidnap you

maybe they keep you in a super secluded cabin somewhere. it's essentially built like a fancy prison (or maybe they just lock you up in the basement)

and at least one of them is always there (there is a schedule, they go on rotation)

so whenever they get stressed out and need to flee from their real lives, they go stay at the cabin

it's giving horror movie, basement wife vibes, and i love it