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[hinamie]

newest issue of first years fashion just dropped

[anxi04]

tim and bruce have an odd relationship to the rest of the family. they don’t act like father and son but it seems like they have a “deeper” bond than the others

bruce seems to take tim’s advice more seriously, bruce actually takes a break if tim tells him, tim still gets benched but not nearly as much as he should, and most confusingly, tim benched bruce once. not alfred benching bruce, TIM.

normally bruce has to be forced to take a break, and normally by alfred, but if tim says “you’re benched for a week” bruce? listens?

they have no idea why. some of them ask dick if he knows since he was there but he’s just as confused

and then despite all that there’s also such a strain between them? it’s really on the line of a professional relationship and almost a care taker. it’s very confusing. and then the times bruce gives tim a present or anything like that and tim stops and stares at him for a second, like he’s dissecting bruce. no one is able to fully figure it. until bruce is de-aged to tim’s robin era.

tim is very adamant about most of them, but especially jason and damian, do not reveal their names to him. for the time being they have a strictly professional relationship with their father who doesn’t know them.

they finally get some of the picture when they see tim start acting as bruce’s caretaker. tim switches between being gentle “hey, you need to sleep” to screaming at bruce. it always works. tim knows exactly which version bruce needs and it scares the team cause that has to require some practice

they’re then also thrown for a loop when they hear bruce call out jason’s name in a shocked voice, which makes sense cause he doesn’t know jason is alive but jason still has his helmet on so what? and then they hear a voice none of them have heard. except dick goes pale and jason’s breath hitches. and suddenly tim is responding to jason’s name and acting weird, almost like what some of dicks stories described jason as. and it’s so fucked up when they’re watching time act like someone else and bruce going along with it

the dynamic they’re getting is also fucked up once again when, during one of bruce’s really bad days, tim straight up acts like bruce’s parent. and bruce reacts well.

they’re all horrified by this. the realization that tim and bruce’s relationship has so many layers and that they do act like father and son sometimes. except bruce isn’t the father and tim isn’t the son

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Maybe we never had a chance.

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[somethingsketchy3]

“Our child will always be a Bridgerton, but I should like them to know they are a Sharma as well” 💜🩵

the way this line lives in my mind rent free, like you don’t understand; the weight, the sentiments, the implications, in this essay i will—

ANYWAYS, i really hope to see baby Edmund in S4 👀

[somegrumpynerd]

Truce is going well

[dreamyblanket]

Hi! Would you want to draw Truthless recluse comforting child reader?

TYSM if you draw this! <3

He may not speak much at the time but his actions are clear.

[clumsypuppy]

(guy who has never played cotl) haha au time

[batcavescolony]

I see a lot of people upset about William Kaplan being dead and no one mourning him cus Billy stole his body and I just don't see it that way. The kid in Wanda Vision is Billy Maximoff, The teenager at the Bar Mitzvah is William Kaplan, the Teen that got taken to the hospital after the wreck is neither and both Billy Maximoff and William Kaplan. That Teen went home with the abilities of Billy Maximoff, to the home of William Kaplan, with memories of neither and lived there for three years. He cares about Rebecca and Jeff, he lied to the to protect them from pain, they are his parents. He wants to find Tommy, he has magical powers, he wants to know who he is. All of these things are true. I wouldn't say William Kaplan is dead he just doesn't remember, like Agatha wasn't dead when he was Agnes, she just didn't remember.

[ironworked]

I know others have expressed the same sentiment, but I have to do it too.

The thing is that we were told Tommy would not come back, and for months we were mocked for believing he might

...but he did. He has come back! first for an appearance kept as a surprise for the audience; next he'll participate in the big emergency in 8b when he did not in 8a, and then he'll be in at least one impactful scene in yet another episode.

Buck's most transformative relationship. Whom Buck still wants to call.

I do maintain that all signs point to the show gearing up for a reconciliation, but even if they're not, at least they've made sure to give them narrative weight far beyond the 'starter boyfriend' bs. They've said this relationship matters, still.

[batlovebites]

Can i have shadow milk x cuddly reader?? I love this silly jester so much 😭

Hi! This is. absolutely not what you were after but Shadow Milk Cookie's whole theatre and deception deal makes it far too tempting to attempt a format screw form of writing with him. So I hope you can enjoy this for what this is. Also, as a note for anyone not familiar with this before reading, the little blue numbers after certain words/sentences are linking that word/sentence to a footnote at the end listed under the same number- You'll see these on Wikipages a lot, but I can't actually hyperlink them in the same way on a tumblr post.

Shadow Milk Cookie x Cuddly Reader [Drabble] - House of Deceit

You do not lay on the bed alone.

Are you alone?

Yes. No.

(He's/You're/They're) there, wrapped delicately in (Yours/His/Each Others) arms. There. Where?

[INT - Spire¹ of Knowledge. Night? You look outside. Its night. You blink. It's morning. You blink. Its dusk. You stop looking. It does not.]

He grins. A bit sharper than it should be. Shifts just so, hand ghosting along your spine, plants a featherlight kiss on just above your brow. The stage lights shine a little brighter. The Audience² cheers.

The eyes lining the shadows of his hair twitch with something like anticipation. (The eyes lining the shadows of his hair twitch with something like love.)

He laughs, something sharp and cruel loving and longing, "You're oh-so unbelievably clingy, my love," he croons. "Whatever would you do without me here to bask it all in?³"

You pretend to pull away your affections just to tease a little; He knew it was a lie, of course, but he pulls you back in with the fervency of if it was the truth⁴ all the same. This is the role you are meant to play; He simply cannot have you going off script.

So he pulls you back in, grabs your hands in his own- they fit together oh-so perfectly. You two were always fated to play the star-crossed lovers; There's no two more fitting actors in the whole world-, and mutters words of affectionate meant (for once) for your ears only. The shadows around you warp and twist as if trying to eavesdrop. (The shadows around you warp and twist as if trying to hold you, too.)

cling·y /ˈkliNGē/ - adjective    1. What he calls you    2. What he is. (LIAR.⁵)

[INT - Spire of Knowledge. The sky watches you with reverence. It's blue. Not day. Just blue.]

So (You/He) lays in (His/Your) arms. Shadowed eyes blink at you lazily, and you return the gaze half-asleep.

This serenity was all a lie, of course. Things like him didn't really love, not in the way people do. Its all just another show at the end of the day. And in the morning you will wake up in a cold bed with no one in your arms. (LIAR.)

This moment (this eternity) was the only truth welcomed into his house of deceit. Not a clean truth, no. A truth swaddled gently in little white lies, in ever-twisting deceptions and cold dishonesty to keep safe the warmth of the only true thing to ever really exist- the little truth between the two of you, only the two of you.

true·love /ˈtrü-ˌləv/ - noun    1. Perfect romantic love between people.    2. A person that You love.    3. A deception. Except when its You. (right?)(Right.)

(You/He) falls asleep in (His/Your) arms. The curtains don't exist fall. The performance ends in its eternally soft dénouement, no loose ends left to be tied; But it doesn't end, not really, because the curtains aren't real will rise with the morning sun tomorrow (today? yesterday?) to start the performance anew; And with each performance, Shadow Milk will play his part with (venera-)(devo-)tion⁶ as always. A single droplet of truth in an ocean of deceit.

Footnotes:

It is(n't) a tower. stage. house. spire. It is ■■■■.

There is(n't) an audience. The audience crowds him. The audience holds him with such affection it feels like suffocation. The only audience there is anymore (the only audience that ever mattered). The Audience is You. You are the Audience.

You would 1.) Sleep a little less peacefully. 2.) Smile a little less often. 3.) Dream of something a little more honest.

Disgusting.

It is the truth. How distasteful.

ven·er·a·tion /ˌvenəˈrāSHən/ - noun    1. Great Respect; Reverence. de·vo·tion /dəˈvōSH(ə)n/ - noun    1. For You, always for you.

[ominous-horse-noises]

anyway i want to reiterate that i hope the rat grinders are tpk'd, revived and uncorrupted solely bc i want them to have to spend senior year together. 'redeemed' doesnt necessarily mean friendly with the bad kids and honestly? its so much funnier if they continue being bitchy to each other but without the trying to end the world stuff. they've built plenty of positive relationships w/ former villains now it's time for the next stage: uneasy alliance buzzing with the tension of both sides trying to hold back the urge to clown on each other

introducing, fantasy high senior year: the group project

[kataraavatara]

Schrödinger's Rehab:

This is a phenomenon occurring in the ACOTAR fandom where Nesta's forced confinement in ACOSF is rehab when the Inner Circle's actions need to be defended: Threatening to deport her was just making her go to rehab, making her train was just rehab et cetera. When taken to its logical conclusion, this is very troubling. A lot of things Cassian/the IC do to Nesta would be considered unsafe and abusive if undertaken in a real life rehab center. When this is brought up, it is suddenly NOT rehab; the book is fiction and we should not be taking it so seriously. Thus, like Schrödinger's cat, Nesta's experience simultaneously is and is not rehab.

Only once it is observed (someone talking about it online) does it become either rehab or not rehab.

[luckyyyuusstuff]

Does anyone think that dating one of the demons or angels could be considered a "forbidden love" trope in some way?

With peace and power dynamics between the 3 realms being mentioned as fragile, exactly why Diavolo rejected the idea of marriage when asked in S3 by the brothers, wouldn’t it then be considered risky to, publicly at the very least, date the demon/ angel from the realm they reside in?

MC, the sorcerer that surpassed their master who is deemed the most powerful sorcerer himself, considered a powerful weapon, with an (unstable, without protection from the ring of light) immense amount of magic, in a relationship with demon/ angel could be considered they've sided with the realm their lover resides in.

The topic (and unused potential) of the tension between the 3 realms, how MC affected that during S2, and wether choosing a lover within a realm they don’t belong in would be a risky decision.

[6esiree]

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐈 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫

Neither of you could make heads or tails of how a silly little game of ‘Never Have I Ever’ evolved into a string of drunken confessions, nor how you wound up in such an intimate position, lips tentatively hovering over each other in a mixture of excitement and trepidation as the two of you encroached upon uncharted territory. One from inexperience, and the other from ‘grievances’ with past lovers—they had been mediocre kissers. All of them. Somehow.

“May I touch you?”

“Oh, that sounded… kind of weird. Sorry, let me rephrase that.”

“May I put my hand, uh, on your cheek?”

But with the alcohol churning in your veins, squashing whatever second thoughts that would have otherwise came to be, neither of you had the courage to pull away. You were nervous, afraid of disappointing him, even though you weren’t the one who begrudgingly admitted that you had not an inkling of experience. And Alastor, well, his pride and his curiosity managed to overpower whatever uncertainty he felt over the situation.

“Yes.”

“Yes, you may.”

You lifted your hand from the counter, the pads of your fingers reaching for his face. There was a slight stutter in your movements, especially as you brushed Alastor’s cheekbone, the skin there unnervingly cold. But you thought little of it, because, the moment you flattened your palm against his cheek and craned your neck, his breath hitched in his throat. A delicious, vulnerable sound that almost made you tumble off the barstool.

“Well? Do something before I change my mind.”

Alastor’s voice was low, domineering, and it reminded you of who exactly you were dealing with, your skin flaring up in embarrassment. A stammered out apology graced his ears, and though he had already failed in appearing unaffected, unbeknownst to you, it was a small victory he relished in. He was just as nervous as you were—if not more—but you couldn’t know that. No, not ever. It would hurt his pride. His dignity.

Thus, he was the one who ultimately took the initiative, boldly cupping your chin with his thumb and his forefinger before pressing his lips against yours. It was obvious to you and anybody who may have walked into the scene unfolding at the bar that Alastor was inexperienced, his mouth barely moving against yours. He didn’t care, though. He couldn’t. Not with the way you responded after you recovered from your embarrassment.

A delighted gasp left your lips.

“Move your mouth… like… like this.”

Then you demonstrated what to do.

Your free hand fell onto his chest, palm situated right above his heart. If you weren’t so focused on parting your lips and smoothly gliding them against his, showing him exactly how you’d like him to kiss you, you would have known how affected he truly was by the entire situation. In fact, as he moved his fingers down to your jaw and imitated what you’d done, he realized he hadn’t felt like this in so long. Alive. Pumped full with adrenaline.

And when you tentatively sucked in his lower lip and gave it a small nibble, Alastor somehow managed to equate kissing you to when he was a young, rampant overlord, fearlessly conquering soul after soul, especially after he imitated you once more. His teeth were far sharper than yours, so it was no surprise that he wound up drawing blood in the process. You whimpered, but he was too distracted by the taste of iron on his tongue.

“Hey, are you not going to apologize for that?”

It had been a while since he had fresh blood.

“Ah, well, allow me to apologize with another kiss.”

Even after the two of you sobered up and left to your respective rooms, reeling from what had transpired, it wouldn’t be the last time you would find each other’s lips. Though Alastor had an aptitude for ‘accidentally’ puncturing your lower lip every time you’d do so, you didn’t mind. He always followed up with an apology, but, ever since Charlie recruited you to the Hazbin Hotel, you told him you’d learned how to be more ‘forgiving.’

[fisheito]

cool hat

[thebatsandthebugs]

expanding a bit on my last post about Hollow Knight and how it uses gender in the story and it's just sooo scrumptious how femininity is used in relation to Hornet.

It's a vital part in her story- she is separated from her siblings solely by virtue of simply having a gender. and being a 'girl', femininity is her way of expressing that strong connection to gender- in HK we don't get a name for her clothing but it is very clearly based off a skirt/dress, it is PINK, and her weapon is literally a needle and thread; a clear reference to sewing, which was historically women's work, and I would argue the act of sitting down and sewing has a bit of a cottagecore, leisurely, soft and feminine connection today.

so her being a lethal and proud warrior who uses that needle and thread in deadly fashion is already an interesting subversion, but silksong is clearly taking it further.

Her 'dress' is now labelled as a 'hunter's cloak', and it's not really the pinkish purple colour it was- it's a bright bloody red. ignoring the practical/gameplay reasons for the change, it's such a fun way to show her 'awakening'- she is the daughter of Herrah, too long she has slept, watching over her father's dying kingdom! She is reclaiming her spider viciousness, and even the colour of her garb is bright and lively (and again- it's bloody).

away from the tombs of her parents, she can figure out what it truly means to be the gendered child. for years it has meant being the watcher, the protector, the tomb-tender, but never the heir - in the land of the weavers, will she realise it is more than just passivity? will she lash out, unburdened as she is now, and know that this 'femininity' can be a twisting, snarling thing, a smile with fangs bared and dripping blood?

will she fully see how the needle may both stab one in the heart and stitch up wounds?