#is this revenge

[dracula-sticky-notes]

Just tripped on the same pair of Jonathan’s shoes again.

He has not worn them in three weeks.

He has not moved them in three weeks.

He watches me trip and does nothing.

[mothscotch]

rpgmaker exploded parts of one of my wip fangames [LOOSE], so i am going to redo it! i wasnt too happy with what i made (exept one super cute event where the batter sits with an elsen, the event that got corrupted the worst AAH)

take these unused monster sprites (had 2 scale them down) as a. i dont know actually what as. enjoy :-3

[amaditalks]

One of the most important things to unpack and unlearn when you’re part of a white supremacy saturated society (i.e. the global north) and especially if you were raised in an intensified form of it (evangelicism, right wing politics, explicit racism) is the urge to punish and take revenge.

It manifests in our lives all the time and it is inherently destructive. It makes relationships and interactions adversarial for no good reason. It undermines cooperation and good civic order. It worsens some types of crime. It creates trauma, especially in children.

Imagine approaching unexpected or unacceptable behavior from a perspective of "how can this be stopped, and prevented" instead of "you’re going to regret this!”

Imagine dealing with a problem or conflict from the perspective of “how can this be solved in a way that is just and restorative” instead of “the people who caused this are going to pay.”

How much would that change you? How much would that have changed for you?

[hoult-nicholas]

The Fallen Angel (1847) by Alexandre Cabanel vs Anakin Skywalker: Revenge of the Sith (2005) Dir. George Lucas

[forthosetunedin]

forever and ever and ever

[dilfgifs]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN celebrates the 20th anniversary of Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith

[c-monthecob]

"Y/n threw her long blonde hair into a messy bun"

[cordspaghetti]

happy deluxe revenge ❤️

[reaperexe]

ᝰ.ᐟDomestic dominance headcanons I can’t stop thinking about

Guiding you through streets with a hand on your hips, moving past you in the kitchen by grabbing your hips or waist to nudge you aside. Maybe they're holding a hot pan or plate and will gently guide you aside with a hand on your hips and words like "Careful baby—there we go, good girl".

Make you keep eye contact with them whenever you speak, it could be you rambling on about your day fidgeting with something on your lap and they will guide you to look up with two fingers to your chin, gently coaxing you to meet their eyes, "Hey, eyes on me, pretty".

Always making sure you're fed. You're busy with work, typing one email after the other and they will come up behind you tap on your cheek and press a fruit slice to your lips "Open. Now" and you do because there's no other choice.

It's always the one worded commands that make you lose it.

"Sit."

"Come here."

"Stop."

You don't carry bags or touch door handles around them and if you try, "what did i say?" With that stern look that makes you shut up instantly.

Pulling you between their legs while they're on a call, pressing your back to their chest as their hand travels up your shirt and traces lazy patterns against your stomach while they talk, making you shudder.

You say something snarky, bratty, they just give you the look, lean in and say "That's not how you speak to me. Try again".

Knows when your exhausted and will come shut your laptop for you with a simple "You're done" and drag you off to bed over their shoulder if your unwilling to leave.

Makes sure you're hydrated, if your water bottle is not as empty as they wish they will simply place it in your hands and cross their arms, standing over you. "Drink. Now".

Will always put your seatbelt on for you, usually with a snarky "There. Try not to die".

Always offering you the best seat in the house with a pat on their lap "Come. Sit."

Part 2

[shoot1ngst4r]

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[rye-berry]

happy re-release to the best album ever made

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)

[melanovia]

[seven7arts]

"You was my brother, Anakin. I loved you." || Star Wars - Episode III: Revenge of the Sith.

This poster celebrating the 20th anniversary is INSANE.

[duchess-of-mandalore]

I didn’t change anything. This is what happened.