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And I was so young when I behaved 25

Yet now, I find I've grown into a tall child

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Visual development for Frozen II by Annette Marnat

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Guess who watched Kpop Demon Hunters

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Femslash February doodles based on requests from earlier this month 🧡🤍💜 (part 2/2)

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I understand the appeal of wanting every adult hero to instinctively adopt teenage Peter Parker, but can it really beat the hilarity of acknowledging that at 15 Peter was 5'10", unusually buff, went by a moniker with Man in it, wore a creepy full face mask, and had a tightly guarded secret identity and probably a Queens accent thick enough to have come out of a jello mold, and adult heroes reasonably responded to him by going, “Wow, this grown man is an immature asshole for no reason.”

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a gil-galad bredlik poem i wrote while sitting in an unbearable work mtg

My name is Gil And wen i see A guy who wants To hang wit me I do not trust The lord of gifts I think he bring Apocalypse

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Lalwen transed his gender, and decided he wanted to be king. Now I have a Lal-galad for my army.

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Thinking today about what a Choice it is to give Gil-Galad, high king of the Noldor, a spear as his signature weapon. Spears are extremely cheap to manufacture and require little skill to use — and in the 5-15th century they were most commonly used by peasant infantry for that reason. Just 🤨

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Y’all know I’m the world’s biggest son-of-Orodreth truther, but there is something so undeniably compelling about Gil-galad being Fingolfin’s descendant. Fingolfin and Morgoth paralleling Gil-galad and Sauron. How they’re the only ones strong enough to take these fights on. How they both ultimately sacrifice themselves to impede evil, even if they cannot destroy it.

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of all the wonderful and imaginative Gil-galad origin stories out there, “Fingon stumbles across a stray orphan on the battlefield and adopts him” is maybe my favorite

Originally posted on the SWG.

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For the fun of the game, I think pre-reveal Red Hood, should sneak inside the Wayne Manor, take books from the library, and circle with a red pen specific words and letters, so they would combine in creepy and spooky messages.

Imagine, you are Tim Drake, trying to get distracted from the case by reading a random book from the library, but then you notice the pattern, and suddenly, the book has some cryptic ass message with the "please, dad, save my soul, I am being tortured and cannot rest, until the clown dies. Your Jason" lines in it. I would honestly just leave this job.

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Headcanon that Dick, who consistently forgets he skipped a grade and was a mathlete all through high school and graduated early, makes fun of his siblings for being nerds.

He’ll see Jason reading a book and walk by and close it or slap it out of hands while saying, “Haha! Nerd.”

Tim is working on science homework at the dining table? “You’re actually doing homework? What a nerd.”

Damian is the only one he doesn’t call a nerd because Bruce told him he’s not allowed to otherwise Damian will take it as a reason to not go to school. Jokes on Bruce, because Dick picks up Damian early all the time or calls him out and they play hooky together. They have matching sunglasses they wear whenever Dick picks him up early. Sometimes he picks him up on a motorcycle because he’s the certified Cool Dad-Brother. (Bruce always forgets that Dick raised Damian the first year or so he was with the family while Bruce was thought dead. Damian has picked up many of Dick’s habits, both good and bad. Dick claims he has no bad habits.)

Then one day Tim and Jason get so fed up that he called them both nerd within ten seconds of each other and they start digging for anything to prove that Dick was also a nerd. It’s not hard, his time as a mathlete and general prodigy is well documented. They try to present this information at dinner, to which Dick laughs in their faces.

“You’re forgetting, I was also: a jock,” he tells them, a cocky grin in his face. “So it doesn’t count.”

And dammit, he’s right. He was on the gymnastics team AND the baseball team while at Gotham Academy. He won several awards for both sports. He was a state and national champ in gymnastics. He was on the winning all-star team his junior year, and only didn’t go his senior year because he had senioritis and didn’t feel like it. He’s been to the Olympics and won gold medals.

Damian, who also plays baseball for Gotham Academy, is equally as smug. Dick has been coaching him for years. And while Dick had hoped Damian would follow in his footsteps and be a short stop, he’s an excellent second baseman.

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I want a fic where none of the JL believes that the batkids aren’t Batman’s biological children. There’s no way they can all be as creepy and broody and serious as him without being his offspring. It’s not possible.

And a select few being super adamant about it is how Batman finds out his kids are actually, in fact, his biological kids.

This leads to a full on, all out fight on the Watchtower. Every single batkid is shouting, arguing, yelling, screaming at Batman. Because it’s not true. It can’t be true. How the fuck did Batman not know this before the JL? Why are they finding out from a shitty presentation given by HAL JORDAN of all people?

It ends with Batman sprawled out in a chair, slumped so far down that his back is on the seat of the chair, his neck bent at a funny angle against the backrest, and he’s groaning.

“I regret being such a whore in my youth,” is all they can get out of him.

Tim, Jason, and Damian are all pretty easy to figure out how they’re his kids. He already knew about Damian of course, and Tim and Jason’s moms were both from Gotham it made sense.

It’s Dick who’s fully having a meltdown.

“WHEN DID YOU SLEEP WITH MY MOM? HOW DID YOU KNOW MY MOM? DID YOU MAKE HER CHEAT ON MY DAD? WHAT HAPPENED TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK?”

Bruce, whose head is spinning, vaguely remembers a very tipsy night he spent with a beautiful French acrobat. They’d both been 16, it was the summer. She said she was about to run away and join a different circus, she’d been perfecting her routines with the circus she was in with her parents, but they were stifling her creativity. This was her last night in Paris, and she wanted to spend it with the cute American boy who was there on vacation.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY MOM?”

“I bought her fancy champagne and clapped when she showed me how bendy she was,” he groans.

Dick has a visceral, disgusted reaction. He flings himself back, Jason has to hold him up so he doesn’t fall, and then he launches himself back at Bruce to damn near strangle him.

“DON’T TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT!”

This is the worst day of Bruce’s life. Coincidentally, it’s the best day of Hal’s. He and Barry are eating popcorn.

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i can never decide who gil-galad should be the child of, but i always loved that he had a sister in one version, so here he is with his sister finduilas

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three rings for the elven-kings under the sky

my original drawing

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Tim is the most middle child ever.

I reread Batman and Son yesterday, and got reminded that Tim didn't only get decked by Jason, but by Damian too. For pretty much the same reason. Poor kid got a rocky start with two out of three bros uh. At least he still has Dick.

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noldorin angst

1) the last meeting of maedhros and elrond

2) the recurring meeting with feanor within maglor’s madness

Why do you weep? What are these tears upon your face? Soon you will see All of your fears will pass away Safe in my arms You’re only sleeping

- into the west