#and i think it's special and complex and unique

[son-of-avraham]

Thinking about all the little jewish influences I encountered before I decided to pursue conversion. G-d really plastered it on a neon sign where I was going, and I was sat there completely clueless. I think it's so fascinating when other conversion students and jews by conversion talk about their own experiences with judaism before they even knew they wanted to convert, and it's nice to know I wasn't the only one

[casscainmainly]

Got an ask about my feelings on Cass being Bruce's favourite that I accidentally deleted so I'm gonna answer here.

Firstly I'm in the 'Dick is canonically Bruce's fav' camp (see fantastic-nonsense's post here), but I do believe Bruce has a special bond with Cass. So I don't think 'Cass being Bruce's fav' comes out of nowhere, especially since she is the closest to having his moral code, and he is definitely not normal about her.

However, this is the kind of statement where who is saying it matters. Comic fans can say Cass is Bruce's favourite because it's grounded in a genuine understanding of their dynamic. But when people who haven't engaged with comics say it, particularly as a rebuttal to one of the Batboys being Bruce's fav, it comes off like Cass is some 'other' option. She's allowed to be the fav because they don't see her as a real character, or because they view her as some paragon of perfection. This is where I really dislike the headcanon.

Because Cass being Bruce's favourite should be a bad thing. Bruce doesn't adopt her until 2008, and for me it's largely because it takes him that long to see her as a person. Early Bruce-Cass, where most of the 'Cass being Bruce's fav' moments come from, is marked by Bruce seeing Cass as an extension of himself. She is his model minority and there are racist undertones in him calling her perfect. His love gets less toxic over time, but this corresponds with his disillusionment over her (see him firing her in Batgirl #48; Cass, in the same issue, is becoming disillusioned with him).

The arc in Bruce and Cass' relationship is them recognising and deconstructing the pedestals they've put each other on. So when people say Cass is Bruce's favourite without context, it misses all the complexity in that dynamic. Personally I prefer what should be their endpoint: where Cass knows she doesn't need to be his favourite to be loved.

[ittybittybumblebee]

any1 else feel like their brain is dead and ur creativity will never b what it used to be. i cant think . brain fog hell. nothing has as much meaning as it used to its just scribbles on a screen where the fuckk did my shit go

[nemesyaaa]

buffalo'66 au ! old!serial killer! rafe x young!sugardoll!reader

warnings : daddy issues/kink. slight of rafe having a god complex. smut. sick love/obssession/behavior. age gap. size kink. gunplay. spit. mean!dark!rafe. mentions of kidnapping/murdering. dark content. be careful with the warnings.

author's note : i think a lot about rafe having a god complex. and the way it could fix him to have a girl who cherish him and love him like he's just the only one. as the same i think a lot of rafe being a cult!leader with a sweet lamb. anyways, enjoy !

you knew you weren't allowed to touch his gun, but you couldn't pretend that the forbidden rules didn't excite you either. the proof being that you were still with rafe even though he had kidnapped you. you had found the glock in the drawer, and now you were having fun with it to the point where you hadn't heard your jailer come home. you were too captivated by the handgun to pay attention to that.

“ will you teach me how to shoot ? ” you asked in a soft tone.

“ obviously not. but i can swear to you that if you don't put the gun right in my hand in a second, i will show you how i use it. especially on a little tiny thing like you. now stop playing and give it to me, sugardoll. i already told you to not get on my nerves. ”

“ are you a serial killer or something ? ” you said to him, not aware about his job.

“ no obviously, i'm a babysitter. see ? how well i care about little silly girls ? ” he answered with the most sarcastic tone. “ i think you already know what i am, but you like playing dumb. because you're desperate for my attention. you need me to explain things, to satisfy your need of validation. that's right ? ”

he moved from his place, and placed himself behind you, your small body caged against his bigger size. you could feel all the pressure of his strength on you, and you started to shiver when his breath came near to your ears.

“ since you want to play with daddy's gun so bad, i'm willing to give you what you want. ”

“ no, i don't want to play anymore ! ”

“ oh i'm afraid to tell it's too easy like that, sugar. the game doesn't stop when you decide. the game stops when i’m done playing. got it ? nod your head if you got it.”

you really started to be his doll, accepting to nod whenever he wants, to use you whenever he feels the need, to move whenever he decides. when you nodded your head, giving him a little look, he grabbed the gun.

“ you will kill me ? don't, i can be good ! ”

“ you can ? no, you will. choose your words better, sugardoll. why are you crying right now ? the worse it yet to come actually. now, open that pretty mouth of yours. ”

you refused, shaking your head. you were terrified that he would kill you.

“ i said open it. if i have to repeat it, i swear that i will snap dry this gun further in your cunt, and everytime a sound will come out your mouth, pushing it deeper inside. do you understand me ? now, don't you want to be a baby sugardoll, full of kindness and sweetness ? show me how sweet and pretty you are for me. and listen to me. ”

with tears on your cheeks, you slowly opened your mouth. you could feel rafe’s smile against your neck. you were so submissive, the perfect victim. he had chosen you well the day he saw you. like a true serial killer, he never missed his prey.

“ this is why you call me sugardoll ? ”

“ see ? i'm good enough to give you a nickname. ”

it was sick but you smiled, you felt like you were special in his eyes. maybe rafe had a collection of little dolls but you felt unique.

“ don't kill me. i'm begging you. ”

“ fuck, you don't know how hard you make me when you're desperate like that. but trust me, i will make you see soon how good you make me feel. it will be your reward for being this sweet for me, sugardoll.”

he spread your legs, holding them wide with his strong hand covering your trembling thigh while his other hand brought the front of the gun down onto your skin. passing the coldness of steel across your tummy, while you shivered at the thought of dying. when he got to your underwear. you had heard his smirk.

"oh sure, you don't want to die. you want to be fucked. it's so wet here, i could stick the gun in without even preparing you, it would slide off so easily.” his mocked tone made you yelp.

“ i'm not controlling myself ! ”

“ and you don't need too. let me take care of you. keep your mouth open. i will put my gun in. ”

“ i can't do this ! it seems very dangerous…”

“ then suck it well, sugar. especially, if you don't want me to empty the gun on your gorgeous throat. ” he warned you, while pressing his lips on your neck. it was not a kiss, but you were so soft for this little touch. you wanted to please him, to see him proud of you.

he rushed the pistol between your wet plump lips, and you almost choked on it. “ be careful, doll, daddy's gun it's loaded. ” he said with a smile that made your tears even saltier.

while you had started to do your job, his fingers were lightly pressed on the surface, fiddled with the trigger. he loved seeing your petrified eyes, he loved feeling your blood freeze inside your veins, the way you resembled a frightened and helpless animal. you were defenseless and he had no limits.

you lapped at the cold metal at first, your tongue rolling over the barrel, swirling like a needy pet, and licking every bit of the object. you didn't waste anything, moistening the weapon with your own spit, some trails dripped down your tits. rafe had pushed the gun farther, almost into your throat. you choked, a trail of saliva raining over your jaw.

there was nothing amusing about it, but he found it fun. you sucked like your life depended on it even though let's be honest, it did. you moved back and forth quickly, rushed every movement with a softly sloppy gasp. he loved, no he adored the view of your ruined face and your mouth stuffed by the cold weapon. your great job made his dick painfully hard. you could feel the gun under your tongue, and the way it abused you. you drooled, a batch of saliva engulfing one side of the charger.

“ slow down, sugardoll, you're about to melt. ”

you felt dirty for being turned on by something so humiliating, the way you were pathetic for every single thing he introduced you to. it was as if he knew what you wanted, and how to exploit it. he could destroy you as well as shape you. you were nothing but the doll he wanted to play with. he knew more than anyone how to make you feel good. he knew well how to play with his toys.

you were killing him slowly with the way you were going about it, your pink tongue tickling the barrel, your mouth swallowing the entirety of his gun. every inch moved in and out of your parted lips. you lost count of the number of times you almost choked to the point you could throw up, you did your best.

the cold air of the room hit the soaked fabric of your underwear. it had gotten so wet down there.

you tried to focus on this dangerous game but you saw his bulge growing, his crotch distorting his pants.

“ keep sucking, i'm not done. ”

“ but ..."

he ignored you and took off his pants and boxers, freeing his hard cock. the next minute he was inside you, completely buried to the point where you could feel him all the way to your stomach. you salivated on the handgun, making a rain all over it.

as he filled you up, his thick cock abusing your tight pussy, the position was totally different, you were lying there, still the gun in your mouth, but now he was fucking you. his eyes were on you, and you could feel that motivating him even more to pounded you. your juices pooled on the surface the deeper he went. the slobber gathered around the metal. he rushed away your tears with his thumb.

“ stop whining, sugardoll. you can't cry when daddy takes you so well. ”

you really wanted to listen to him but it was too much for you. you were full of tears and they constantly wanted to come out, even when you felt good. but it was like the more you cried, the more he bullied your pussy, and by that, giving you more reasons to whine.

“ jesus, i'm pretty sure that you really like that gun in your mouth. ” he said with a firm thrust that made you squirm, your eyes wettering as the sentence. “ you like being this pathetic ? don't worry, i got you, i'm not judging you, but don't mind if i take advantage of it ? of course, you don't mind. you love being this sick, you're just a needy freak. ”

he pulled out before putting it back in you, inched himself deeper and deeper, letting you breathless. he was more rough this time, his fat length stretching you wider. his hips slammed your skin, his sweaty balls slapping you in motion. you nodded your head, your loud moans echoed in the empty room. his heavy hand on your tiny throat, pressuring it every time your walls tighten him.

his big other hand squeezing your small waist, as your core wrapped him harder. “ see ? daddy's making you a new home, right now. ”

his breath was heavy and short, the sweat of his body pressed against yours, while you were about to explode, so close to the orgasm. you were crying even more. and he covered your mouth with his large palm. he hitted the right spot again and again, without a break. you reached the second orgasm quickly, and you waited for him to explode at his turn. but he was taking his time on purpose. he obviously liked to abuse this little cunt of yours, wrecking like it was nothing your cervix. he glared at your glistening eyes with a proud face, while hurting your sloppy cunt. “ be patient, sugar. it's a matter of time but daddy will make you melt, and you will make a big mess on his dick to show how grateful you are ? ”

you didn’t answered, even when he released your mouth from his hands, because of the overheating.

“ you better answer because i can go to the next round. ”

“ yes .. yes !! ”

“ you're so naive, sugar. trusting me this easy, it's your own fault if old men like me use you. like did you really think we will not go on another round ? i'm about to make you dumb. not only your brain, your pussy, all of you. after this, you will not be able to think, to talk and even to walk. ”

your tears made him cum, and you let out a noisy and desperate whimper. “ it's sad for you that i'm the only god you can pray for, because i'm going to ignore all your prayers, making you on your knees every time for nothing more than my own good. sweet lamb, i'm such an uncaring god. but you can't hate on me, even a little, such a pretty precious thing you are. ”

“ why ? ” was the only word that came out of your mouth.

in fact, you were a little sad about this, because you wished that he cared a bit, even an hint about you.

“ nobody deserve you like i do. nobody deserve to touch you, or put an eyes on you, no one. you're just mine, and i need you to understand that clearly. do you got it ? do you even understand what i mean ? i will never let someone have you. never. ”

“ i really love you. ”

“ not only you love me, sugardoll. you adore me, you cherish me, you can't breath without me. do you understand ? how trapped i made you.”

“ bu…”

“ quit crying. you wanted this, you begged for. ”

“ i thought you only wanted to kill me ! ”

“if i wanted to kill you, it would already be done. i don't mind having blood in my hands, i'm a killer after all. but yours, i promise, i would never dream of, sugardoll. ”

it was very sick. but his words made you smile.

“ i want to hug you ! ”

“ don't make me regret my words. i still can choke you to death. ”

“ can i ask a question ? ”

“ jesus, if you don't yap more than a thousandth time each day, you're dead or what ? i swear, tell me your question, but choose it carefully because it will be the last. so, use your dumby brain very well. ”

“ i just wanted to know…if it's the first time you do this with one of your victims ? ”

“ why do you want to know ? ”

“ you need to answer ! ”

“ and you need to mind your own business. ”

“ i asked you a question ! it's not fair if you don't answer it ? ”

“ you better not try to raise your voice at me because i can shout, and trust me, the tears i will bring in your face will not be that pretty. ”

“ you're still mean to me…nothing has changed. ”

“ and you're still annoying. yes, nothing has changed.”

and you smiled at him, your sweet eyes melted on his unhichanged look.

“ someday i know you will love me too ! ”

“ bold to have faith, better to work on it, sugardoll. ”

you gave him a sweet look, even if he was grumpy, you wanted him.

[kaijutegu]

Aug ABSOLUTELY deserves the praise, @ryukikit. St. Augustine Alligator Farm is one of my favorite animal facilities, hands down. It's a pretty zoo, doable in an afternoon if you kinda like crocodilians, or an all day affair if you REALLY like crocodilians. Here are my favorite things about it and why I think it's worth supporting.

1. They keep animals in interesting social groups.

Crocodilians are heavily involved parents, but most places that breed them don't have the enclosure space to let the babies stay with the parents. St. Augustine does. One of my favorite groups was their crèche of slender-snouted crocodiles. They had the parents and then a yearling cohort and a new hatchling cohort. This aligns with how these guys live in the wild- the babies stick around longer! They have the space for it, and they are very in tune with the social needs of their animals.

Very, very few zoos can keep their baby crocs with the adults and still perform maintenance and animal health checks safely. This doesn't mean these facilities are bad- it just means that they have different management practices. And frankly, a lot of these species aren't frequently bred elsewhere. Your average zoo doesn't need a setup where you can have a multiyear crèche for slender-snouted crocodiles. Some species have better success when the young are pulled early, and some zoos are better set up to raise out any offspring separately or behind the scenes. Every facility's practices are different, and this just happens to work well at St. Augustine and be really enjoyable to see as a zoo patron.

Crocodilians are exceptional parents and very protective. It's a sign of incredible animal management practices and animals that feel very comfortable with staff that St. Augustine can do this with nearly every species they breed.

2. They understand the social needs of their animals.

Some crocodilians are social. Some are solitary. Some can live happily with a member of the opposite sex but get territorial around members of the same sex. St. Augustine pays incredible attention to their social groupings to ensure that they aren't just meeting the animals' physical health needs but their social needs as well. They do continuous scientific research about social structures in crocodilians, taking blood samples to test stress hormones and observing stress behaviors to see how group dynamics change.

For example, St. Augustine is home to one of the world's largest known living saltwater crocodiles, Maximo. And his comparatively tiny mate, Sydney. During the educational presentations with these two, they point out that even their monster of a croc needs his social group- he won't eat if she's not around and he is calmer during medical checks if he can see her. These animal share a deep and special pair bond, and they make sure to talk about how the social aspect of these animals' lives is integral to their care. It's a unique aspect of the way they talk about these animals, because he IS a spectacle and he IS a sensation, but they don't talk about him like he's a mindless killing machine- they talk about him like he's a big, complex predator with social needs like any other animal. Aug is the only facility I've been to where the emotional and social needs of crocodilians is part of the education they provide guests- and speaking of education...

3. Their demos and presentations are extremely good.

The presentations at St. Augustine are some of the best I've ever seen, and I've seen literally hundreds of animal talks on everything from aardvarks to zebras. But as you... can probably tell from my blog content, I've spent a lot of time learning about and working with reptiles. I really enjoyed all of their presentations because they are very scientific about things and avoid sensationalism. They really want you to be fascinated by these creatures and love them- but more than anything else, they want you to respect them.

Also, they do a really good job handling their ambassadors. I really enjoyed something as simple as watching an educator tell us about snakes. Throughout the whole presentation she made sure that most of the snake's body was looped in her hand. The snake was always supported and was very calm. She gave the snake plenty of head room so that it didn't feel constricted- it was just good handling all around.

But also, the presentations made it clear how much the park cares about the animals' well-being. When they do the feeding and training presentations, they make it very clear that the animals' participation is entirely voluntary. They do things differently for their 9-foot saltie and their 16-foot saltie, because the 16-footer is so large and heavy he actually struggles walking on land sometimes. They adapt their programs and his care to ensure that he's completely comfortable- and he didn't actually participate in the whole feeding when I was watching! At no point did they try to push him into anything uncomfortable; they offered, he didn't engage, and they moved on. It was a clear expression of his boundaries, and I really appreciated how much his caretakers respected that.

4. Ethical Interactions

I've been to... a lot of tourist locations in Florida that have animals you can hold. Almost always against my will! Many of them are pretty terrible, and you don't actually learn much, if anything. But I really found that to not be the case at St. Augustine. Every single animal presentation and interaction opportunity was accompanied by education about the animal's biology, habits, and- crucially- their conservation status.

When I held a baby alligator at St. Augustine, the proctors- there were two, one to ensure I was holding the gator correctly and the other to educate- were very informative about the role alligators play in their ecosystem and their conservation history. The animals were all properly banded, and one of the two proctors was there to ensure that none of the baby alligators were uncomfortable. As soon as they started getting squirmy or tense, they were removed, unbanded, and taken to an off-exhibit area to relax. And when the babies age out of petting size, they just go in the lagoon to live with others of their species. I saw one upset alligator the entire time I was there, and he was clearly upset that his escape attempt was foiled by a keeper during my nursery tour.

Even though he's restrained in this shot, you can see that his full body and tail are supported, and the grip, while firm, is gentle. He's distressed, but after I took this picture, she put him in his enclosure and he calmed down immediately.

Sometimes when you have petting attractions with baby animals, those animals... don't have a happy ending. (See: cub petting.) But St. Augustine's program is fine- the gators are all aged out of wanting to have mom around, there's no declawing/defanging, and they're handled with care. And it's worth it, because people love what they understand. St. Augustine was integral in raising public awareness about alligators back in the 60s when they were endangered, and now they're thriving- largely in part to programs like St. Augustine getting people to care.

And speaking of getting people to care, let's talk about their research.

5. Shared Research Results

St. Augustine is also home to more species of crocodilian than anywhere else in North America- all of them, usually. (They didn't have a Tomistoma when I visited- that may have changed.)

Because of this species diversity, it's an incredible research resource. Having every species means that you can do a lot of work comparing their behaviors, their growth patterns, and more. They've been a major research site for crocodilian biology since the 1970s. Today, they're one of the key sites for studying crocodilian play and social behaviors. They actually maintain a blog where they post copies of papers that were written using their animals, meaning that you can actually see the results of the research your admission helps fund. You can see that right here: https://www.alligatorfarm.com/conservation-research/research-blog/

All of this adds up to a zoo that provides a unique experience, tons of actual education, and transparency about what its research and conservation steps actually are. St. Augustine's come a long way since its opening in 1893, and they really do want you to leave with a new respect for the animals they care for. Ultimately, if you're a fan of reptiles, you can feel good about visiting the St. Augustine Alligator Farm- their care and keeping are top of the line, they do a ton of innovative conservation research and support for conservation organizations, and you can see this animal there:

(Gharial from the front. Nothing is wrong with her that's just what they look like from the front.)

[wishfulsketching]

Silco and Jinx are this meme come to life.

Like arcane basically just did this meme with them two. And it goes both ways with them both.

I wish, even if was like a special feature type of thing, that we got to see more of their dynamics and interactions. Because I feel like it would be adorable, precious, and a bit fucked up.

But like I do think that Silco did love her and was as good a father as he could be especially in context of the environment, Silco's own trauma and mental state, and what resources were available in Zaun.

I think that is something Arcane did really well is show relationships are complex and complicated and Silco and Jinx are perfect example of that.

I think that is hard to deny that Silco was her parent and that he loved her and she loved him.

You are absolutely right. Arcane is so unique thanks to Silco and Jinx, in my opinion. For years I've been yelling into the void that we need villains who genuinely love someone(who is alive and in the story)/have family they care about. I will always thank Arcane for loving yet messed up dad Silco.

He though he could help Jinx but it was Jinx who ended up helping him (realize the power of love and the consequences of your own actions, idiot)

Also, may I suggest the Neko Samurai meme, too

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

HELP YOURSELF

summary : in a family filled with intriguing members of their own right , duke has a particular interest in a certain vigilante in the family that everyone seems to overlook . this interest leads to the family to spiral into obsession .

When he was first introduce to the Wayne family , Duke was overwhelmed , everyone was so talented , so special and unique and came from such - complex backgrounds , it was hard to ever find something or anyone dull in the family . Duke had his highs with the family - from patrol , to movie nights every Saturday , food fights on Monday mornings because of course Jason had to rile up Damian but he had his lows - particularly the fact that he was the only sole meta in the family .

Something so minute shouldn't affect him , I mean come on isn't badass that he's in a family that can accomplish so much with sheer willpower without powers ? Though , it hurts every time he sees Conner teach Jon how to use his super strength without hurting himself in the process . He seethes in envy every time he witnesses it because he swears it ensnares him in a painful grasp - reminding him that he's the bystander in this family and that he's the only odd one out.

He shakes away the chill that runs up his spine and returns his focus back to the scene in front of him , a young woman is desperately trying to yank her purse away from some lacky burglar. ' Easy' Duke thinks to himself as he effortlessly swoops down from the rooftop he is perched on and landed on the thug . " Leave this poor woman alone " Duke commands as he pressed his legs onto the burglar's back. The burglar growls and pushes himself off the floor - practically making the woman scream . Duke immediately goes to jump away and reassess the situation when the burglar spins around inhumanely fast mid air to face the vigilante .

Bewilderment and confusion was all Duke felt but regardless he goes to land a sucker punch to the burglar's mask face when suddenly the burglar takes out a bomb from his inner pocket and throws it at the woman behind them. The woman screams as the bomb makes a beeline towards her and Duke wants to scream in frustration at how utterly stupid she's being and the fact that the burglar has outplayed him.

Suddenly , a figure clad in black with red accents jumps in front of the lady and catches the bomb effortlessly and throws it aside like it was nothing. Duke takes this time to sucker punch the burglar into the floor while he was distracted with the bomb's dentation , causing the man to groan in pain . While Duke is handcuffing the burglar , he eyes the figure in the corner of his eye handing the woman her purse before approaching him.

" Thank you ..... " Duke trails off as he watches the figure properly . He notes that they adorn a black body suit but has a red spider symbol in front near their chest . They adorn black helmet that covers the entirety of their face , only showing the user's dark brown eyes.

"Widow "the figure answers before leaping away from Duke . " Wait ! Who are you , I've never met you before !" exclaims as he extends his hand in attempt to reach out to them . " Just stay safe kid you don't know what you're doing " the figure says , directing a glare at him before they vanish.

That afternoon , Duke returns back to the mansion , he slumps against the kitchen table , the weight of patrolling all day and the situation of meeting a strange entity named ' Widow'. Alfred gently pats him on the back and serves him a plate of snadwhiches.

" I take it that today's patrol was exhausting Master Duke" , Alfred asks him as he begins to wash up wares in the kitchen. " You have no idea , met some weirdo who called me a kid like what the hell " , Duke complains as he takes a bite of the sandwich . " Weirdo ?" Alfred questions as he dries a plate. " Yeah some named Widow " Duke replies . Alfred drops the plate.

He feels every muscle on his body tense at the mention of her name , a name that may have been a bygone memory to many but not to him never him . Duke scrambles out of his chair and approaches Alfred . " Hey are you okay ?" Duke asks as he holds the elderly man by the hands. Alfred tries - he tries to talk but is too shocked to say anything - he fears this is a dream , a cruel dream that god bestowed upon him as a punishment - a reminder of his failure .

"Widow - are you sure they said Widow ?" Alfred asks the boy frantically , panic old eyes watching Duke's intently. Duke stumbles back but answers , " Yeah that's what they said why does it matter ?" . Pin drop silence fills the manor as Alfred registers Duke's words. Alfred crouches to the ground , his hands run along the jargoned edges of the broken plate - the rough feeling grounds him , reminding him that all of this is real .

" It matters because that is your sister young master " Alfred forces out. Silence consumes them again . " What ?" Duke questions as he holds onto Alfred tighter. For the five years he has lived with the Waynes - no one never mentioned a Widow or a sister not ever so why is it now that he finds out that he has a sister and one that he has not heard or known about.

Alfred can feel warm hot tears running down his worn cheeks as nostalgic memories of him making a younger you a hot chocolate in the afternoon as you sit in the same chair as Duke had , coloring whilst simply blabbering about your day. He recalls how every night , he can feel your tiny figure sneaking into his bed to hug him with your stuffed bunny You were practically his daughter .

He also remembers that you weren't particularly liked by the Wayne family , at the time only consisted of himself and Bruce - a younger much fragile Bruce that had no idea how to raise a kid - a kid that was just put into his custody because their parents got too drugged up and k*lled themselves in the living room.

The situation wasn't ideal , Bruce was immature , till learning how to navigate his own feelings , his own anger , his own loss and so were you , a small , fragile thing that didn't quite yet understand why mommy and daddy were being put in a box .

He also remembers that tragic day - the day he lost you - . It was like any ordinary day , he dropped you off at kindergarten and watched you run to your teacher , excitedly showing her a drawing you made. He watches you smile and wave him goodbye as the teacher escorts you to your classroom. Alfred does what he usually does , returns back home and begin his preparations when he receives a call from your teacher . He remembers the dread , the sheer panic , the bone chilling anxiety that consumed him when he picked up that call to hear your teacher utter the words

" two government officials barged in class around recess and they took ( name ) I'm so sorry I tried to stop them - tried to grab the tiny thing but they had her really tight and - and they left "

[contactlessdrivethru]

there is something unique and deeply special about monkey d luffy as a protagonist. he’s overwhelmingly ADORED by the fandom. he’s consistently the most or at least top 3 most popular characters in the whole series. peoples takes about him are gushingly positive. and that’s… really uncommon.

a LOT of fandoms i’ve witnessed or been in have a tendency to favor characters other than the main character. especially in anime. the main characters are often written as a blank slate for readers/watchers to project onto, but that makes them not as interesting and so they don’t get the fan attention.

but luffy is so far from that. and he’s ALWAYS been this way. we love him so much. he’s the heart of the story and the heart of the fandom in every single way. and i think that speaks to how well-written he is as a character. he’s fun and charming and complex and interesting and he makes us laugh and cry and cheer and hope and love. he’s able to inspire so much joy in people, both in his world but also in this one. and i think that’s really special. i feel so grateful to have found this story that means so much to me, and i’m so grateful that luffy exists.

[destinysbounty]

Although I am definitely disappointed about Zane's gradual flanderization as the series progresses, you do have to admit it's also kinda hilarious within a meta context.

Like. Zane is so insanely "Special Unique Protagonist" coded that in almost any other story that's exactly what he'd be. He's a robot and a ninja and he has prophetic visions and ice powers and fun robot falcon sidekick and a bunch of evil clones and a possibly evil twin brother and a badass robot wife and his own leitmotif, and later he learns how to use his robot abilities to shapeshift/cast tech-based illusions on himself, and he's conditionally immortal but also effectively the most killable person on the team.

He's routinely victimized and rescued, as if he was written by an angsty 12 year old who wants to experience the catharsis of comfort vicariously through him. He's excessively self-sacrificial with a martyr complex and is always being dramatically mourned by those who love him, a super smart and wise genius but also deeply kind and loving to a fault, loves animals, can canonically sing/dance/cook pretty well, and according to the Core shorts he is also the team's living embodiment of Compassion.

I say this with all the love and affection in my heart, but you can't tell me Zane isn't at least a little bit Mary Sue-coded (and I love him for it). Or at the very least a Disney princess.

And yet. For so much of the series, he's pretty much chilling in the background like he's Just Some GuyTM. Like, don't mind Zary Suelien over there, he's just minding his business. Character development? Plot relevance? Narrative focus? Never heard of it.

I like to think Zane tried out the protagonist thing for a few minutes, decided it didn't agree with him, and then happily faded into the background to let everyone else take the full brunt of the plot instead. And although it absolutely didn't work because he's quite literally doomed by the narrative, I gotta say I respect the effort nonetheless.

Yeah, I'd definitely prefer if he wasn't flanderized so egregiously all the time - but you can't say it's not at least a little silly.

[communistkenobi]

but seriously though you people are fucking demons harassing Palestinians and other SWANA bloggers on here for just stating that they hate the US and have directly experienced how utterly identical both parties are when it comes to terrorising and destroying non-white non-western countries, you come in condescending to them about how uniquely special and complex the US election system is, how uniquely deprived and helpless you are. “but still the other guy is still worse” “what are we supposed to do if not vote” is such a profoundly vile & self centred response to someone raging at the genocide of their neighbours, friends and family. they don’t even have to mention elections, you’ll just bring it up anyway because you fully believe you’re the main character of the world and that, simultaneously, your elections both mean nothing and are also existentially important every four years. people telling you to kill yourselves, to fuck off, calling you an idiot, is the least you deserve. I hope you know that every time you talk like that, there are thousands of people rolling their eyes at you because you are so deeply unaware of how infantile and uninformed you sound that you genuinely believe you of all people are saying something remotely unique, insightful, or “nuanced.” your opinion is the common denominator of the west, it is the single least original thing to ever come out of a human being’s mouth in all of world history. you may as well be a Bethesda npc reciting your one of three pre-programmed lines, made more comical by the fact that unlike a video game character, you actually have the choice to keep your mouth shut, and yet at every opportunity you make the decision to grace the world with the trillionth iteration of “I… I don’t think you understand how fucked the US voting system is…”

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Since I only really see the edges of this discourse, I'm curious of what you see. Are americans generally more ignorant than non americans in the imperial core? Or do they just make excuses about it more? What do you think makes that difference?

If you're looking for information about education levels inside a country I don't live in then you're better off asking someone who studies that for a living. I don't particularly care how ignorant somebody starts out; ignorance is very easily solvable. I'm just getting more and more annoyed by how when most of us are made aware of new information or how much of a self-centred dick we were accidentally being we go "oh, thanks for the information, sorry about that" and adjust, whereas some people in the USA have to make it all about them and how their unique special culture disadvantages them because [thing that's common across many cultures that don't exhibit this behaviour but they just assume it's not because they're so unique and special] so we should all stop being so mean to them and focus on US culture for once like we don't do that every fucking day on this webbed site.

Are they unusually ignorant? Unlikely. Many places in the world don't have compulsory education, or sometimes even available education. The majority of the internet is built to cater to the USA so they presumably have some of the best and easiest access to information on the whole. Most of the online educational tools I've used are made by the USA, for the USA, and people in the USA are definitely using them. I don't think they're special in ignorance. The main thing I've noticed about them that's special is their obsession with how special they must be.

This isn't true of most USians I've interacted with but the few annoying ones just never fucking stop.

As for "what makes the difference", I'm no sociologist but that seems pretty obvious to me. They grew up in the Imperial Core. It's not surprising that they think they're the centre of the fucking world and nowhere else is as complex or sophisticated or terrible (it's still self-centred exceptionalism if you think you're Uniquely Bad instead of Uniquely Good, it's not humble or cute, it's exactly the same) as their country. The families of those running the East India Trading Company were probably the same in its heyday. I have to imagine that many Romans in the heart of their empire were fucking insufferable. But an explanation is not an excuse and people spewing this bullshit on Tumblr are, by definition, interacting with foreigners and have the opportunity to learn to do better.

[suspiciouscatastrophe]

What I've noticed about transmasc specific slurs is that they usually go into one of two categories.

"Eww, your body is gross."

examples: zippertits, shrimpdick, pooner, mangina, tranny voice

They are all derived either from specifically trans bodily features (top and bottom surgery, HRT-induced voice changes) or presumed genitals (the assumption of a vulva, in an attempt to invoke dysphoria).

2. "You're just an attention-seeking crybaby."

examples: theyfab, hefab, birthday boy, Aiden*, fakeboi, transandrodork*, transandro*

They are all derived from something being just play-pretend. [Pronoun]fabs are pretending females that are not really trans and only play with pronouns, birthday boys want attention for their fake problems, Aidens are annoying teenagers with dramatic fake names, fakebois are... well, fake boys, transandrodorks and transandros are foolish confused/malicious boys/girls (both depend on the speaker's level of transphobia) who discourse about fake oppression.

(*I don't think these are slurs *per se.* They're too discourse-specific. I've only included them because they might be used in the same breath, both with the actual slurs as a tool of mockery. I personally cannot decide whether "Aiden" can be earnestly called a slur either, but I think that as a marginalized identity-specific mockery terms this post should be inclusive of all three of them.)

And both remind me very closely of the pattern that bullies use in school. Sexualizing you (and implying that you're both sexual and disgusting, you're characterized by your genitals or by your chest, and it's gross to the speaker), or taking something that you enjoy and identify with (in this case your pronouns, your name, your opinion in an online discourse) and turning it as a personalized insult to show you that it's ridiculous, and in some sense also appaling, that you would even choose to associate with that thing. You're no longer allowed to be seen as a complex person. You're the he/they. You're "silly name" guy. You're the guy who unironically used the word transandrophobia, you're a transandro now. (Which I have seen leveled against transfems who agree with the transandrophobia theory, which I find extremely gross, since even though I know deep inside that it's just a mocking shortening of the word "transandrophobia," you're still calling her an -andro. Which she isn't. That's a woman/transfem nonbinary.) It's quietly dehumanizing in a way that you cannot really protest, because at the same time it gives the perpetrators enough deniability to claim that you're overreacting, that they're just being playful, and that since they're not calling you any of the REAL slurs, you should be actually ashamed of feeling hurt when they mock you instead of engaging with you on an earnest level. That's all. That's the post.

Wait. I lied.

That's not all.

Important disclaimer! This post is not about transfems. Sure there are transfems that gleefully use the words I'm complaining about. A mean girl is a mean girl, trans-inclusive. However, that is a teeny tiny droplet in the actual user-base of the slurs (and baby slurlets, if you will), cis transphobes and self-loathing filled 4chan transmascs. Just like transmascs don't have a unique propensity for transmisogyny, even though they can perpetrate it and sometimes do, transfems do not have any special inclination towards transandrophobia. Quite the opposite, actually - historically and even now, some of the loudest and most staunch allies of either of the groups were and will be members of the other.

[eveysnotebook]

domestic headcanons w/ batboys

I haven’t written anything for just the batboys (there’s enough of it on this site) so here’s a little something, i’m planning on writing this for my other dc characters I write for too!

summary: random and small little headcanons that give the domestic vibe to me

Jason Todd:

making meals together a lot. he’s a good cook and likes to have you either help him or just sit there and look pretty for him!

same thing with washing dishes, you help each other out with the dishes and rotate jobs each night, one night you put them away and he’ll wash, the next night it’s the other way around.

brushing your teeth together- it may seem mundane or nothing of importance but it’s soft and sweet. just standing in the silence with each other while doing something so mundane makes it feel special. (does that make sense??)

buying little things for eachother and leaving them for the other to find. Jason found a brand new journal waiting on his nightstand, a couple days later you found a keychain of your favorite character on your desk. it’s a nice little reminder that you think about each other ♡

Dick Grayson:

showering and getting up together is a must, if he wakes before you he’ll wait in bed so he can do his routine while you do yours !

late night tv shows, your both on the couch (with haley of course!!) watching your favorite tv shows.

listening to music together, whether it be on a record or off of your phone. Dick loves to spin you around!

going on walks together,, when the weather is comfortable and there’s a nice breeze, you’ll go for a stroll with Dick. its always fun, you get to catch up on eachother days and enjoy the sights and weather ♡

Tim Drake:

doing puzzles and cross words together like an elderly couple lmao, it’s the evening, and you and Tim sit at his desk trying to do a very complex puzzle together! (omg this is so cute ty my mind)

you leave reminders for each other on sticky notes, Tim finds a sticky note on his computer reminding him to take a break and you find one in return on the mirror, reminding you to drink some water.

reading comics together. if your into comics that is, if not you can read whatever your into while Tim sits next to you reading the latest comic he’s gotten.

I think Tim is a big thrifter, you guys go to thrift stores on slow and boring days, hoping to find something unique. ♡

okay ummm that was adorable

lov u, kiss kiss

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

Astro thoughts : short n sweet <3 moonshinin' <3

Moon in the first house - Very empathetic sweet creatures. Def could be used a lot by people that they love and trust because they can be very giving to their energy a little too much. Attractiveness is through the roof as their auras are usually more open. Very smooth, soft bodies and have an innocent energy around them majority of the time. Its hard to stay mad at them.

Moon in the second house - They need time alone so they can get their thoughts in check. This is a taurus ruled house, so sometimes their emotions can be thru the roof, but they can be extremely level-headed/grounded with the way they move through their circumstances. Money can flow to them smoothly if they keep their focus high on the prize. Other wise, they can be duped by peasants with their fortune if they are not careful.

Moon in the third house - Very practical, intelligent nature. Honest and self aware. Very deep and can bond with anyone if you let them. Truly can keep you on your toes with each convo they have. Can talk to much, or can be way too quiet No in between. Can make a friend outta anyone tbh.

Moon in the fourth house - Light hearted nature. Very sweet and kind to anyone they meet but they keep to themselves a lot. They do NOT like too many people in they're space and it is a treasure to meet them AND to have them around 24/7 because they do not like being around just anybody. You gotta be more complex to get to know them, they are truly a one of a kind. Mysterious nature.

Moon in the fifth house - Great actors. Have a lot of gifts in the arts and could soothe people's emotions with them if they allow their vulnerable side to show. Children LOVE them and are usually inspired by them. The personality of this individual is raw, gentle and nurturing and they must be protected.

Moon in the sixth house - Boundaries is a big thing for this group. Gotta keep their energy in check because they can almost be like in hermit mode. Needs friends that understand their nature to keep them balanced. Animals and plants are their best friend.

Moon in the seventh house - Can have issues with lovers do to their high intensity with their emotions. It's almost like people can't see them for who they are and theirs a lot of potential of a transformative love. With the moon shining its light here, they are almost capable of turning anyone into a special relationship if the chemistry permits.

Moon in the 8th house - Beautiful souls that have a gift in penetrating the minds, souls and bodies of the people they meet. They have internal woes that never seem to make it to the sky, but they know how to water them and make them grow in the ground. True balance is needed with them so they almost always are going thru dark nights of the soul just to get them their. They have a lot to learn, but also so much to show to themselves and others as the journey is a long beautiful one in the end.

Moon in the ninth house - Captivating souls who are needing to bond with people who can change the perception of their mind through the eyes of travel or simply growing in this lifes journey. They know a lot about their favorite topics and would love to share it with anyone who wants to listen to them. Calming auras who enlightens you with the way they think, and are meant to teach and inspire in some way, shape, or form.

Moon in the tenth house - The sweet talkers of the group. The audience just adores them. You really can't stay mad at them for to long. They have sensual energy and people feel this right away. Celebrity energy. Secretive by nature. Most don't know a lot about you, even if your emotional state is in full view to everyone. Masters of manipulation, don't say I didn't warn you ;)

Moon in the eleventh house - Can make friends as soon as they walk out of their house. Shy and reserved in new environments but tend to be a lot sweeter and open up when their comforted. Has a unique presence and a distinctive style. Could almost convince anyone of anything as their looks and attraction tends to make people look the other way.

Moon in the 12th house - Alluring. Majestic. Spontaneous & a wanderer. Protect these children at all cost. There is more than what meets the eye. They attract a lot of people like bees to honey. But flies like you too. Can't let everyone in, they don't know what to do with you. Gotta be more open with being yourself, no matter how mysterious you come off. Boundaries are needed for this group since they are more prone to evil eye as their secretive by nature. People are always trying to spy on them and see what they have that they don't.

[mirohlayo]

🍓❝ you know i love and care about you, right? ❞ with lando <3

LET ME SHOW YOU

( maybe you're insecure, but that will never bother Lando, since it's a way to remind you how much he loves you. )

warning : insecurities, fluff

word count : 1.1k

You're not the type to be jealous or insecure. Especially not about your boyfriend. You trust him with all your heart, you can never blame him for anything because he is simply perfect. Adorable and perfect.

And yet, here you are in this situation. It had become usual for everyone now, to see Lando alongside beautiful models. Pretty women, with perfect and angelic faces, elegant posture and careful gestures. Even more so when he was partying.

You didn't see any problem with it. Since after all, Lando always made you feel like the most beautiful woman, Lando always reassured you that he only had eyes for you. And you know, you can't deny a fact that is true.

But seeing him constantly surrounded by these models was perhaps something that saddened you today. So, you locked yourself in your hotel room, while Lando continued to test the car on the track. He asked you about your health, if you were okay, but you just said you were tired.

Sometimes you would glance at Instagram, instantly regretting opening the app the second different posts of Lando alongside these girls popped up. You couldn't stand this.

It's probably toxic and unhealthy, but you can't help but feel insecure. After all, who wouldn't want a rich and handsome Formula 1 driver? Especially when that meme man is a lovable personality.

The day passed slowly. You heard the distant sound of the Formula 1 engines, thinking of Lando who was driving one of them. You regretted the moment he returned to the hotel. You didn't want to appear so weak and insecure in front of him, knowing that this isn't the first time you've talked about it.

But yet, despite your complexes, despite the fact that you felt apart, Lando was always there to comfort you about your relationship.

“Hello, sweetheart.” The day is over, since you yourself are surprised to see Lando standing in front of you. You try as best you can to come back to reality, giving your lover a weak smile. “Ooh my baby, I missed you so much”. His body collapses onto yours, as he nestles his head in the crook of your neck.

You delicately stroke his curly hair, while he snuggles a little closer to you. “I missed you too, Lan.” “Of course you missed me, you stayed at the hotel all day.” A silence settles in, you didn't really know what to answer. You didn't want to tell him about your insecurities.

"Sorry. I don't like leaving you alone on the track." He lifts his head slightly, just enough for his eyes to meet yours. "Don't apologize, baby. You needed some rest." His lips press against yours, gently, delicately.

You already feel better, just from this simple kiss. It's unfair the way he manages to console you, to comfort you just by his simple presence. "I've been thinking about you all day. Even when I was in the car." His voice is muffled since his face is still hidden in the crook of your neck.

Still, it makes you smile. “You can’t do without me Lando.” You giggle slowly, while you feel a smile appear on his face. "Absolutely, I'm obsessed with you. Maybe a little too much... Fuck, I love you so much princess." A soft laugh escapes his throat as his arms wrap a little tighter around you.

But these words are enough to make you cry. Of joy, of sadness? You don't really know, but on the other hand you know that Lando's sincerity is the source of your tears. Because even without being aware of your insecurities, he manages to make them go away. To chase them away.

He always knew how to make you feel special and unique, make you feel his. Through his words and actions, he always showed only love and tenderness towards you. And even without talking about your problems, he manages to solve them with a snap of his fingers, thanks to his way of showing his affection.

Your wet tears fall on his hair, running down his neck. He senses that something is wrong, and suddenly raises his head to look at you. His face falls as he searches your face and your gaze for an answer.

"Oh my baby. Why are you crying?" He sweeps the tears from your cheeks with his thumb, cupping your face in the process. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your sobs. His lips place soft, long kisses on your face, while he gives you time to find your words.

“Take your time, princess. I’m here with you, I won’t leave.” You smile weakly at him as your tears fall once again. "I know it's childish, Lan but-" "Hey, don't ever say that again. Your problems aren't childish, you have the right to feel how you feel." He cuts you off, an expression of displeasure displayed on his face.

You nod slowly, sniffling otherwise. "I'm just... it annoys me a little to see you surrounded by pretty girls and models. I know we've talked about this before and it's something I need to work on with myself... “He encourages you to continue, gently caressing your cheeks.

"But I still feel a little insecure about it. I know you love me and I trust you, but sometimes it makes me insecure. I'm just afraid you'll find someone better than me." Lando's lips seem to curl down, to the point where his face resembles that of a puppy.

“Oh my baby girl.” He doesn't wait a second before kissing you languorously, his hands anchored on your cheeks, caressing them ever so gently. He pulls back, a soothing smile plastered on his lips. "How could I find anyone better than you? You are the very definition of the girl of my dreams."

You can't help but roll your eyes as a smile takes over. Which makes Lando smile more. “I only have you in my thoughts, my dreams and my heart. Only you my girl”. He kisses you lightly again, not being able to stop himself from smiling.

His eyes admire you as if you were the most beautiful thing on earth. Which is totally the case for him. “You know I love and care about you, right?” He leans down again to kiss the tip of your nose, as you nod eagerly. “I love you so much, Lan. I’m so in love with you.” You can only say these words in a low whisper.

His eyes crinkle into another smile, a most affectionate smile. “Then let me show you how much I am in love with you too, pretty girl”. And without further ado, he doesn't hesitate to cover your entire face with thousands and thousands of kisses.

[stylesispunk]

fics I love on this app: Some march recs ✍️✨

i'm thinking i'm gonna start doing this to spread love and share the wonderful pieces of writing people share with us on this app. Please forgive me if this seems rushed but I did on my phone but with so much love for it.

I haven't had a lot of time to read the past few days but i'm sharing the reads I've enjoyed the past few weeks and days!

Writers on this app deserve love 💌 (i'm suck at words but i'm trying to not to say a lot to not spoil the stories)

p,s; please share your recs with me, too.

I must dedicate a special place for these two fics that have stolen my heart ✨💌

the boyfriend act (frankie morales x f! reader) by the lovely @capuccinodoll

I can't express how perfect this whole story is. Since the first chapter you fall in love with the characters, the story, the writing and i'm dying to find out more about what's happening. The characters are so unique in different ways, the tension is so well written that you feel like you're watching the best rom-com just right out from the 2000s' but so much better.

falling (Joel Miller x oc!female character) by @damneddamsy

Once again, i have no words. One day I just found this fic and I fell in love with it. The story is such an original concept and I love the way all characters are so complex and full of stories that reach a point in common. One of the best on this app.

Stories I have enjoyed the past few days:

Then send me a son (outbreak! Joel miller x f!reader) by @miss-oranje-disco-dancer

I found out about this one a few days ago and when I say It left me speechless, it's true. The story combines angst, fluff and smut in such a wonderful way just as a wonderful story itself. I think the plot is perfect and original

To go, please (harry castillo xf!reader) | part 2 by @lonely-ey3s This story fueled my desire to watch the materialists and to find my own harry to take. The story was amazing, and I love the whole story. I think it is a good read to spend time enjoying because is wow.

Be my guest (no outbreak! Joel Miller x f!reader) by @aurorawritestoescape

I believe this was one of the things I enjoyed most these past few days. It got me kicking my feet and giggling the whole time I read. The plot was amazing, original and straight out from one of those perfect rom-com.

You in my eyes (Javier peña x f! reader) by my loooovely @greenwitchfromthewoods

You know I always love a good story of my man Javier peña and Aneta delivered as always. The story is the enemies to lovers type we all deserved to sit and read to enjoy a good time, And so far, this has it. I'm loving it.

Also by @greenwitchfromthewoods A white stone | from her short stories from life (Joel miller x f!reader) these stories are one of the best things you can come across with on this app, you should go and read them all.

Ace of hearts (Harry castillo x reader) @pedgito

I think you all must have read this one by now, but it's amazing. I love every single minute of it. I'm down for the stories where characters realize what they have in front of them and try to make all work. Also, this story got me kicking my feet and blushing the whole time. One of the best I've read ever.

The seamstress (marcus Acacius x fem!reader) by @yxtkiwiyxt

For all the Marcus Acacius girlies, this one here is a great read! I loved the emotions captured in this piece the written. Also love how the reader stands by herself all the time.

Amor Vincit (Marcus Acacius x f!reader) by @misguidedasgardian

When Jo came to me to tell me she had written something inspired by my "The soldier in the armour" fic, I felt flattered. This story is amazing! From the Bethroned prompt to love being a complex thing...give it a go I know you will love every single minute of it.

Don't give up on me (Harry castillo x f!reader) @punkshort

What can I say? This was so good to read. It was perfectly well written, and I enjoyed it very much. I love it when women make grown men cry haha.