#it's a sight to be seen

[paperkoifish]

Finally posting my love bullet art here :33

[canisalbus]

Saw this polite little guy at the thrift shop, wish I'd been able to keep him

Oh hey, I recognize this polite little guy!

He's a part of one of the famous medieval Lady and the Unicorn tapestries, specifically the Mon Seul Désir piece.

[twotangledsisters]

A quick reminder that fanfics shouldn't be reposted anywhere ever unless you have the express permission of the author.

You want to translate a fic? Awesome, ask!

You want to make a podfic? Amazing, ask!

But it's disrespectful to an author to take their content and repost without telling them, EVEN if you did transformative work on it.

Yes, fanfics are free, and on ao3 they are even downloadable, but they are downloadable for private use! For you to have on your kindle and read in whatever format best suits you. Not to be REPOSTED on another site!

Please, please, if you want authors to continue posting stories publically you have to respect an author's desire to maintain some level of ownership over their work.

[mentalmeles]

"Let's go show em what a couple of kids from Brooklyn can do!"

I am very excited to finally have a teamup for Steve and Bucky, if you can't already tell. And it's called Stars Aligned?? They truly are star crossed lovers, fr fr

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[vampirefunkmetal]

i loved the part preceding 'i lied to you' where slim is introducing sammie to the crowd. it's such a sweet scene 🥺

annie patting/shaking sammie's shoulder and smiling so big and proud and loving. slim hyping him up to the crowd and teaching him how to start a performance by making sure the audience knows who he is. mary making her way to the front of the crowd with that soft smile. stack being just as impressed as he had been every other time he'd heard sammie play that day. even smoke (who we see throughout the film doesn't want sammie to play and get caught up in 'sinful' things like him+stack AND THEIR FATHER) is impressed...although i think that, much like it being the turning point that convinced sammie to leave, the performance was the thing that convinced smoke to talk sammie out of being a travelling/gig musician :(

also more delta slim & sammie mentor/mentee details!!!

during the scene where jed (sammie's father) is preaching to sammie to drop the guitar, he says: "my heart, my voice, my soul, belongeth to the Lord."

"my heart" shows pearline (🥺) but "my voice" shows delta slim!!!!!! bc by singing, playing, performing, sammie is doing that for - with - everyone who came before him and everyone who'll come after. sammie really is slim's legacy 😭

[fandom-space-princess]

so the thing about the scene in System Collapse where Three offers Murderbot its armor and Murderbot doesn't take it is that this is an excellent example of Murderbot sometimes being an unreliable narrator, not in an attempt to intentionally mislead, but because its own background and experiences are so specific that it often misinterprets others' intentions. Murderbot says this scene happens because Three doesn't grasp that it might have personal possessions that belong to it, but the timing and context of the offer (and the fact that Three repeats it later, when MB has to go down to the planet) suggest that Three understands perfectly well what it is offering. Murderbot doesn't always trust its own internality and/or motivations, and that bleeds over into broad distrust for Three's as well, but its perceptions are also informed by the fact that it has no close experience working with others like it before. Three *does* have that experience, to whatever extent. Imo it knew exactly what it was doing when it offered its armor to MB, and it understood the rejection to some extent as well, or it wouldn't have made the offer a second time.

[actuallysolace]

POV: You’re a demigod at Camp Half-Blood in dire need of surgical operation But Do Not Fear, Will Solace Is Here

[temeyes]

megane-kun problems

[balrogballs]

celeborn appreciation post for absolutely no reason except that he exists

look at him in his cute little outfit. apologising to gimli for being mean the minute he’s called out for it. staying behind in middle earth for a bit longer because boy does he love his silly little trees. my guy really had a treehouse as an elfling and used that as an architectural model for one of the last elven strongholds of middle earth. looks adorable in literally everything he wears.

immense golden retriever energy. i know full well elladan and elrohir ran circles around him in the fourth age but he tries his best to keep them in line. man has a resting scared-face. he’s too quiet? good because literally every other elf doesn’t shut the fuck up.

i hc him as being completely obsessed with galadriel yes but also galadriel being equally obsessed with him. she gives him silly woodlandy nicknames. she calls him her squirrel. when they argue she calls him a damned monkey. he teaches himself to draw and spends the fourth age running around arwen and her kids trying to draw little portraits of them to take back to valinor when he sails so elrond and celebrían can see.

tldr: in a world of elrond “recites you the entirety of the noldolante as exposition when you ask him what he did last weekend” peredhel and thranduil “remember when we were three years old and you stole my rubber duck” the elvenking and legolas “probably leads orcs to the fellowship every morning by belting out aa elbereth gilthoniel while taking a shit in the woods” greenleaf, be a celeborn.

[sthilarions]

Charles is moaning to Crystal because “Why me? He could have anyone, why would he want me?” and Crystal fails badly at muffling a snort. “He could have - ? Charles, you are deeply delusional. Sweet, but delusional.”

[canisalbus]

The first girl I ever dated had a pet rabbit that was half lopear, which meant that one of her ears stuck straight up and the other flopped down! (She could lift both of them, it was just their natural state). She was all white with gray stripes on her butt and her name was Valiant and she was the timidest thing

Your discussion of Machete's ear cartilage reminded me of her and I was struck with the realization that was just Machete in rabbit form 😂

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[theplantbish]

"kissing someone, even just on the cheek without their consent is sexual harassment" seems to be a concept some Käärijä fans still aren't able to understand

[han-ban-bam]

does everyone know there’s a 7 hour video on YouTube of Halsin dialogue. I went shopping and I got 37 seconds out of it. Worth it ✨

[wield-the-mighty-pen]

Something about this most recent episode has made an interesting point clear to me:

In season 1, we were given the mystery as to who Hawkmoth is, sure there were hints and suspicions, but doubt existed until his identity was confirmed in season 2.

Now, in season 6, we are put in the interesting position of knowing exactly who is using the butterfly miraculous… but do we? We might know Lila as a concept, as an existing character, but we actually have no idea in what role she is currently existing. We have no idea who Lila is right now, effectively making our guesses as to who has the butterfly miraculous useless.

The mystery has begun once more, and I can’t wait to see how it unfolds

[turtleblogatlast]

That middle child feel when you’re the one who successfully gets you and your siblings out of trouble only to immediately get jumped by them afterwards