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Who do you guys ship the Steel Samurai with?

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Places where reality is a bit altered:

• any target • churches in texas • abandoned 7/11’s • your bedroom at 5 am • hospitals at midnight • warehouses that smell like dust • lighthouses with lights that don’t work anymore • empty parking lots • ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods • rooftops in the early morning • inside a dark cabinet

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“Oh, you like Jane Austen? You should read Jane Eyre!”

Please, people. Jane Austen and Charlotte Brontë are indeed both women and they both inhabited the same wet, European island (though they only overlapped for a year when Charlotte was a baby), but they have nothing to do with each other.

Jane Austen wrote satirical comedies of manners, praised for their realism.

Charlotte Brontë wrote dramatic gothic fiction, with miraculous supernatural communication methods.

If you feel that you must recommend a Brontë, the proper Brontë is Anne.

If you feel you must recommend a woman, the proper woman is Elizabeth Gaskell (start with Wives and Daughters) or George Eliot.

If you must recommend a English Wet European Island person, the proper person is Oscar Wilde (specifically his four drawing room plays).

Charlotte Brontë wrote negative reviews of Jane Austen and in uncanny preparation for such an insult, Jane Austen mocked the concept of Attic Wives 13 years before Charlotte was even born.

(A lot of people do like both Jane Eyre and Jane Austen, but something always has felt kind of inherently sexist about grouping them together since they write completely different genres and in different time periods. Like why not group Wilde and Austen, or Dickens and Brontë? George Eliot is noted for realism, which seems like a much more sensible match to Austen than Brontë. Anyway, I’m done my little rant.)

Carry on and/or suggest me which literary people we should actually be matching up in our heads.

Edit: forgot Oscar Wilde was Irish!

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they both got what they wanted~

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Obsessed with the idea it's illegal in Oxenfurt to execute or arrest someone while there is a theatre performance going on. So when Jaskier is finally arrested for being the Sandpiper and an associate of the fugitive Geralt of Rivia, all his students band together to perform the longest musical the Continent has ever seen.

Yes, it's about his life. Yes, it's very personal. And yes, fugitive Geralt and Ciri end up in the audience, of course they do.

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Bruce doesn’t know when violence stops being violence to him.

When he’s 4 years old, he pushes Oliver Queen off the swings, because it was his turn, and if talking wouldn’t work, this would.

Martha holds his face , gently, when he has to write an apology letter.

“If you want to participate in cruelty, you can’t cry when you become a victim of it.”

He also punched Sophia Falcone for calling Selina an ugly word, and his small fists ache after, but it doesn’t feel wrong.

His mama grins, small but proud, and Alfred makes his favorite tea, and Thomas tells ‘nice shot, babe’ while gently wrapping up his bleeding knuckles.

He remembers Oswald Cobblepot coming over, seeing him, and handing him ten bucks while cackling.

Gotham teaches him young.

They were out, — Thomas never lets Alfred leave home without him, not even for trivial little things like grocery shopping. And where his father goes, Bruce goes, tied to his hip like an extra limb.

There’s a man, — and he’s holding his wife by the hair. Bruce knows because he can see their rings glowing in the grey sunshine. They’re like Alfie’s rings.

She has bruises on her face, and her neck, and he’s scared for her. Thomas gently puts him down, and Bruce asks if he’ll call Mr. Policeman Gordon.

And Thomas unlocks his wristwatch, slides it over to his knuckles.

“This is how Waynes do things.”

Alfred tries to take Bruce awayand Uncle Oz stops him. When he watches Thomas punches and stomps on that man’s face until his legs stop twitching, he understands.

As Batman, Penguin hands him a 10 dollar bill, still wet with blood, when Bruce takes him to Arkham.

“Your daddy didn’t need a mask. “

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A tale in three acts:

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Fish music fish music

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hc as julian gets older there are some things he's not allowed to consume anymore and geralt is constantly trying to save his life, like he always does ❤️ and it looks smth like this

inspired by me telling myself im not allowed to consume smth but consuming it anyways

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Eskel based on a scene from my and @roguesandrevelersinc's fan fic: In the Palm of Your Hand. (Eskel is a unit and can carry a wyvern when on potions and you can't change my mind.) I drew this almost a year ago when I wrote Eskel in that scene.

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i see anon's roche x ciri and I raise: ciri x sick ass sword

Every teenage girl needs a sickass kickass sword

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"He called himself Jaskier, bit too pretty of a name for a witcher if you ask me."

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joey batey did not write "you're not a coward cause you cower; you're brave because they broke you, yet broken, still you breathe" (x) to be known as the toss a coin to your witcher guy

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hand slipped

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I had a dream last night that tumblr came up with a pride flag for closeted gays and it was just a light blue flag with a shrimp on it. People would also wear shrimp pins on their lapels for some Reason???

and the vegan gays started Discourse because shrimp deserved more respect

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Posting a a little today but really like the whole bit the boys have over calling Vesemir old. They all just collectively agree “old man old man”

It’s even funnier when notw makes vesemir only 70, or really 60 something years older than them since they’re around 4-8 age group. And he only looks like he’s in his 20s-early thirties. I’m sure Lambert started it. One day he just asks “why are you so old?” And Vesemir is left shocked. He’s not that old!!! But then when they get back to Kaer Morhen and the boys are a bit older Geralt finally gets to ask all his questions about Kaer Morhen he couldn’t ask before.

“How old is Kaer Morhen?”

“I don’t know Geralt. Old.”

“Are you older than Kaer Morhen or as old?”

Vesemir throws his boots at him. Then that’s when the whole “*insert item* is almost as old as Vesemir!”

HE HATES IT.

When Ciri finally joins them, Lambert immediately teaches her the bit. She is RUTHLESS with her insults. Vesemir is giving her a history lesson in the courtyard since it’s nice out. The boys are fixing one of the walls in the background. He’s telling her about a war that happened around 600 years ago.

“Do you remember what it was like in that time? Since you were there?” Vesemir wants to crawl into a hole and die in it. The boys are basically toppled over in laughter. Lambert starts choking from laughing too hard. Ciri seems extremely pleased with herself.

It starts evolving further into “oh you wanna know about the conjunction of spheres? Oh I dunno, ask Vesemir he was there since before the conjunction.” And “what was it like when dinosaurs were alive, Vesemir?”

AND IT SOMEHOW SPREADS. He’s in a growing town in southern Redania with Geralt and they run into Jaskier. Now he’s never had the fortune of meeting him, but he’s heard plenty. He’s about to thank the poet for looking after Geralt until Jaskier goes “so I’ve heard you’re quite old! Tell me Master Vesemir, what was it like when kingdoms started to form? How did the royal families come to be in power?”

Vesemir is SEETHING. Geralt just smiles like the little shit he is.