#but this isn't the same :C

[disco-troy]

My pet peeve is when ppl like to rate the bat family based on like how great detectives they are. like that doesn't really make any sense?!?! Being a detective is a set of skills which have varied importance depending on the case and so many other factors. You've got all the different types of data analysis, forensics, identifying patterns, using various technologies, people skills, inductive thinking deductive thinking, general knowledge......

In one case talking to someone might me more useful than knowing all the information in the world about the crime scene. In a certain case, knowing some vague fact from the circus or smth might be the last piece of a puzzle, and it might just be random if that's something someone knows off the top of their head or has to search for it.

Like we're not living in an RPG where if someone has 15 detective skills and someone has 10 than the 15 detective skills one will solve all the cases before the 10. IMO that ruins stories by removing the situational nature of detective skills and characters unique voice as they navigate different situations.

[justcallme-ange]

Catch me crying in the club, @lookinghalfacorpse’s “Doomsday trio ages” just hit me straight in the feels. Imagine the prison break went differently, Techno and Phil get Dream out and back to the tundra to take care of him. And oh boy - it’s only after; the blood, the tears, and the screaming, when Dream finally settles down does Techno understand, in the most heartbreaking way that yeah - “He’s a child.”

[plantaagomaajor]

Only Friends hierarchy of needs

(and then they need to end up together in the most mutually unhinged and codependent relationship possible a la HIStory 1: Obsessed)

[camellcat]

you ever realize you never properly learned how to say a character's name, so by the time you finally HEAR it, you have no idea who they're talking about? cause I feel like I keep doing this and it's very confusing to keep being corrected like that

[alteredphoenix]

Jazz Fenton is by far the best older sister I’ve come across in cartoon media and blows pretty much every 2000s-era Disney Channel big sister figure out of the water for the sole reason and sheer fact she actually loves and cares about her younger brother, isn’t self-absorbed, and doesn’t treat him like total fucking trash.

[lordgrimwing]

Teasing #01

[For C+C week hosted by @candcweek. Prompt: childhood + family]

“Quick, while no one’s looking,” Celegorm whispered, tugging at Curufin’s shirt sleeve to get him to move faster. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” The younger boy half-complained as he was pulled from the living room and out the door to the yard.

Their escape from the house went unnoticed except for a pair of dark eyes that watched them sneak away from the chore their mother assigned them. They ran through the glen to the pasture, thrilled by the thought of what they’d planned to do. They parted at the fence, Celegorm climbing over and Curufin rolling under the wooden barrier keeping the horses contained. 

Celegorm whistled sharply when his feet touched the ground, calling the horses. He laughed when his horse, a black three-year-old mare with white markings, raised her head and broke into a gallop from the far end of the pasture to reach him before any of the other horses could. She knew he had a treat for her somewhere in his overalls. 

“Pick one,” He instructed as he stroked the mare’s neck and pulled the last few bites of an apple out of his pocket for her.

Curufin looked up at the horses grounding around them. At nine years old, he didn’t have his own horse yet and either rode one of his brothers’ or one of Uncle Fingolfin’s mares. He was rather jealous that everyone had a special horse except for him, but Pa promised that they’d keep a foal for him soon. Until then, he just had to put up with riding any old horse.

“Where are we going?” He asked, trying to grab a mane before the horses all realized the boys didn’t have any special food for the rest of them and wandered away. Unfortunately, they were all just out of reach (his height was another thing to complain about. Why was he so short when Maedhros was the size of a tree?).

Celegorm grabbed the mane of a tan mare that Uncle Fingolfin sent to them in the spring. His horse waited patiently beside him, knowing he would take her out for a ride. “Take this one,” He said, ignoring the question for the moment.

With a boost from his brother, Curufin managed to climb onto the horse’s back. His legs stuck out a little awkwardly around her sides—her pregnancy was becoming obvious. He would have picked someone else if he’d been able to, but Celegorm likely wouldn’t be willing to chase down a different one for him and he didn’t want to get left behind from whatever adventure they were going on.

“Let’s go!” Celegorm scrambled up onto his mare, nudging her into a walk toward the closed gate.

There, they met their first problem.

“What are you doing?” Caranthir demanded, standing just on the other side of the gate. He folded his arms over his chest. “Ma gave you chores.”

Celegorm rolled his eyes. “We’re just going to be gone for a little bit. There’ll be time to finish when we get back if you aren’t done by then.”

“Yeah,” Curufin piped up, leaning out around the horse’s neck to see better. “If you aren’t done by then.”

Caranthir glared at them. “I’m not going to do everything! You have to help.”

Celegorm leaned down to unlatch the gate. “What are you going to do about it?” He asked with a smirk. “Cry to Mae and Mags?”

“I don’t cry.”

“Sure you do.” Celegorm kicked the gate open with his foot. Caranthir scrambled out of the way. “You’re even more of a crybaby than Curu is.”

“Hey!” Curufin exclaimed as his horse walked slowly through the exit. That wasn’t nice, they were on the same side! But Celelgorm had a point, so he turned to his older brother and said, “Yeah, and I cry a lot.”

Caranthir stuck out his bottom lip. “I’m not a crybaby.”

Celegorm trotted his horse out of the pasture and tugged on her mane to get her to circle around his brother once. “How about you close the gate for me, baby?”

“Stop calling me a baby. I’m not a baby!” The black-haired boy stomped his foot in frustration.

Celegorm stared down from atop the mare. He felt very tall sitting all the way up there instead of standing in the dirt. “Look, Curu, he’s starting to cry.”

Not in a spot to actually see either of their faces, Celegorm snickered anyway.

“I’m not crying!” Despite the words, tears pricked at the corners of Caranthir’s eyes. He was so angry. He just wanted help with the chores that they were supposed to be doing together. 

With a gleeful laugh, Celegorm let fly his final insult. “Little pissbaby’s crying!”

With a cry, the twelve-year-old lunged forward, throwing his shoulder into the mare’s chest. She tossed her head and stepped back, surprised more than anything. Her blond rider flailed his arms, scrambling to keep his balance. Before either of them recovered, Caranthir turned and fled back toward the house.

“Damn,” Celegorm murmured when he finally recovered. Sighing in disappointment, he slid to the ground so he could close and latch the gate.

“So, where’re we going?” Curufin asked again once his brother remounted. It’d better be somewhere good. It’d be too bad if the most exciting part of the adventure was teasing Caranthir.

“Oh,” Celegorm shrugged. “Why don’t we ride out to Twisted Tree Hollow?”

Curufin’s mouth opened in a little ‘o’. “We can’t go that far on our own.”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

He shook his head. He wasn’t scared of anything—except of the goat with a broken horn and the weird stringy roots Ma sometimes put in strews and the way trees sometimes moaned when the air was still and–

“Then let’s go. We’re not babies. We’re brave.”

With that, Celegorm dug a toe into his horse's side and took off across the glen, racing for the winding path up the mountain. Curufin had to kick his disinterested mare several times to get her to move faster than a walk so he wasn’t left behind.

[bijoumikhawal]

I think if Ziyal was more obviously a little fucked up a lot of people would go from low key ignoring her to hating her but she should've been more obviously fucked up

[fruitsyrups]

ca n we all agree that human bonnie would not be a baker btw

[tblsomedoodles]

No yeah I get that too (Not me giving my faves migranes bc Chronic Headaches™)

If you'd like a fun humor break I'll hazard Donnie gets webbed by Mikey completely on accident at least once. Can you imagine sneezing accidentally setting off the web? Just an absolute mess all around

Or just plain fluff if Mama and Splinter end up having a chat later and S feels bad about how at one point he had to set his boys down and never pick them up again. And Big Mama just goes "Huh" but ya know. Her actual spider form is big enough to still cradle them like babies. And they are Her Babies. So Raph gets picked up again and cradled close for the first time in years. The heart melting floof

giving our favs our problems is what we, as fans, do best lol : )

lol that would be great! Like Mikey sneezes and accidentally shoots webs out of his room. A second later there's a yelp and a thump, followed by

Donnie: Oh no! Not again!

Mikey: Oops! My bad!

as for Mama wanting to carrying her kids around, that's adorable : )

and Raph would absolutely love that he's carrying size to someone again : )

Thank you! : )

[dr3amofagame]

would you mind talking about drunz relationship? how do they talk to each other

hmmm . i think, if you look across c!drunz conversations in canon, they tend to be pretty short? no-nonsense. there's a specific goal of the conversation and past that goal, there's not much conversation that goes on--which makes sense! they're characters that have a shit ton to get done and later on can't exactly be seen together later on without compromising everything they've worked towards. that being said, i think interactions with them will likely reflect that kind of goal-oriented nature--see, for example, the conversation where they decide to go after the fortniters; it kind of depends on how seriously you read c!dream's suggestion to use philza in their experiments bc he's old, but if it's a joke (which, i'm inclined to think that it is--c!dream isn't /that/ stupid) it's a joke that gets pretty damn quickly rebuffed. then look at their conversation post-dream's escape from the prison, which is similarly short and to the point after they affirm that they're still on the same track, and even the finale streams, which very heavily focus on how things beyond their plans are viewed as trivial, extraneous, and a failure to take in the bigger picture. then there are things like scrapped lore, where they communicate through a signal (that then ends up with c!dream falling into a trap)--or the lack of conversation that they have before the saw trap, as c!punz immediately revives c!dream and rockets them into a fight against c!clingy. when they talk in the finale streams, the highlight is put, over and over again, on their discoveries and what they've been doing and emphasizes the importance of their pursuits first and foremost. the conversation that leads into staged finale is also keenly focused on their goals, and speaks on very little outside of them--c!dream mentions the growing hatred of him across the server as a danger, but the entire conversation's focus is on their future plan of action with the comment on the state of their relationship largely offhand.

this is very messy, but the point i'm trying to make is that as far as we can tell, c!dream and c!punz's conversations tend to be pretty heavily all-business. hell, the only real gesturing towards a casual interaction between the two is during their whole "let's have sandwiches while you two decide who dies" spiel in the stream no way home, where the entire premise of the death experiment on c!clingy was kind of a farce. it's not really a stretch to say that the whole sandwiches thing was more as a mocking gesture towards c!clingy's predicament than anything. i've always put a bit of a spotlight on the different ways that c!drunz is characterized by absence, and i think that this plays into that quite well; but regardless of how one might feel about their relationship, i think it's pretty safe to say that the individual examples of c!drunz conversations we've seen in canon tend to be pragmatic discussions on how to achieve a certain goal that don't tend to extend beyond the boundaries of whatever it is that they're trying to achieve, with very little emphasis seen on their relationship outside of whatever it is that they're trying to get done

[triaelf9]

FYI re the toxic chemical event and train derailment post. OP's initial post has been fact-checked and found to be inaccurate, hyperbolic and alarmist. While the spill, the fire and the chemical fallout IS absolutely catastrophic and awful, it's unclear how likely the scenario laid out in OP's post is. Most experts following updates from the EPA website have tended more towards "bad, but not life-extinguishing and not likely to be as far-reaching as initially feared".

It's infuriating that the derailment and extent of the damage was preventable and indeed that this is exactly what the rail unions were trying to stand against and highlight as recently as last November. This is an horrific environmental disaster caused almost solely by capitalism and corporate greed, cutting corners and sacrificing maintenance and regulatory adherence for the sake of maximising profits.

But it is probably not quite as bad as OP made out, and their catastrophising and spreading of alarmist misinformation isn't going to help the people of East Palestine, nor the unions and environmentalists fighting for better regulation and working conditions to prevent further environmental disasters.

For anyone who can afford to and wants to help, there's a reputable GoFundMe that seeks to provide relief funds to the residents of East Palestine to help ensure access to safe drinking water and financial relief following the recent evacuation and associated loss of income and additional expenses:

https://www.gofundme.com/f/relief-for-east-palestine-after-train-derailment

I've gotten a number of messages on this, but this is the one I'm sharing b/c it acknowledges that it's an issue outside of just the chemical aspect of it (which is why I shared the post) but also gives a way for us to help. Thank you for this message!

My main issue with this all is that the news coming out of this IS so slow and so varied in info (everything I've seen says something different) b/c I'm used to hearing about this sort of thing the day it happens, or at least within the week, but given twitter shit and the state of online news sharing, I feel like we're being let down in terms of media coverage, for those of us not in the area. To be clear, not all of us live in America, or have access to American TV and news coverage (especially b/c so much is region or paywall locked nowadays), but have family there and care about folks in the area.

I really do hope it's not as bad as initially feared, but I get why people could be panicking, given how recently those in charge have been...pretty shitty about handling recent bad situations *cough pandemic cough*

I do appreciate the heads up, as it's important to get all the information we can, but it's very difficult when we CAN'T get all the information, when it's getting harder to verify even media sources, and when this sort of thing isn't really clear about fallout until years later.

But I understand folks getting frustrated at the spread of misinformation. It was same for the Fukushima situation when no one here bothered to check up on any of the info of that, and Western media wasn't really reporting anything other than worst case senario.

We're all susceptible to misinformation!

Also, if I don't answer right away, you don't need to send more messages, time zones are a thing, and I live in Japan so I'm likely not awake ^_^;;

[oh-hush-its-perfect]

I stg if there's an mcga adaptation and it isn't EXACTLY what I envision in my head I will be devastated

[detectivenyx]

indie horror tier list but i designed it specifically to reflect my actual opinions piss off everyone

[furashuban]

Nocturnal

Something a little different this time :>

Words: 2.3k

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53384422/chapters/135113332

Summary: In the middle of the night, a little girl runs up to an old woman wide awake in her bedroom to tell her why she can't go to school.

Carole would always find herself awake in the dead of night whilst everyone else throughout the county had fallen fast asleep. She had no purpose being up so late; she would do nothing but lay upright in bed reading a storybook she had checked out from the Reading Center she managed before clocking out. Sometimes she would change her routine slightly, choosing to be in the living room instead and pace around on the carpet with said book in her hands. If Ryanne were here, she would deplore Carole for not only developing such an unhealthy routine for a woman her age, but failing to desire a solution to fix it while she still could.

The door to her room was wide open; all the lights in the hallway were still turned on and gave a white-range hue to the bedroom. Carole could sense a shadow, and she looked up to see a little girl in baby blue pajamas inching towards her doorway; her long and wavy brown hair in disarray and her head hung slightly low as she stared back at the woman in bed.

“Frankie,” she called the girl’s name gently and soft with affection. “Can’t sleep?”

The 10-year-old nodded shyly, to which Carole then put aside her book and opened her arms to show her she was invited in. Frankie rushed to climb in bed and quickly cozied up beside the woman before being wrapped around her arm. “What time is it now, Carole?”

“Ah, don’t worry about that,” Carole consoled, combing her fingers through the young girl’s unkempt hair, “you’ll still have plenty of time to catch some rest before school tomorrow.”

Hearing the words school and tomorrow next to each other gave Frankie a sinking feeling in her chest. “Carole…?” she raised her head up, her tone solemn.

“Yes?”

The girl took a second before saying anything, hesitant about what words to use and if it was either a good time to say them or even a good idea at all. But Carole had always taught her to be unafraid of pouring her heart out to her, or to anyone for that matter, even if they were strange for others to hear—she had a right to be heard anyway, to figure everything out with the help of others in the county along the way with gentleness and understanding.

“I can’t go to school tomorrow,” confessed Frankie, “I don’t feel very good, so I don’t think I can go to any of my classes because of it.”

Carole placed her palm on Frankie’s forehead, then on the side of her neck. “Hm, but you seem to be pretty healthy,” she gave the girl a curious look.

“It’s not that,” Frankie sighed. “There’s a quiz tomorrow that I’m not ready for, then a project that I’m having trouble finishing but it’s due the day AFTER the quiz, then another quiz after that, and I keep reading books I don’t actually want to read and I just don’t want to be in school at all ‘cause I get so jumpy the longer I stay there! I’m trying really hard, I really am, Carole, but…but…”

When Frankie struggled to say another word, remembering all the other arduous schoolwork in store for her this week, Carole leaned a little closer to tuck a section of her hair behind her ear so that her face was a little less cloaked. “It’s just unfair how they’re giving too many things without time to rest, isn’t it.”

“Yeah…” all the weight in Frankie’s heart seemed to have left in an instant, to have someone older than her understand her so well that they could put her difficult feelings into proper words meant the whole world to her.

“Poor ol’ Frances Schwinn,” Carole said sweetly. “I guess it doesn’t hurt to skip one day of school if you really can’t go.”

“You really mean it?” and for the first time tonight, if not in a long time, Frankie’s eyes lit up with hope, though an air of cautiousness lingered in the back of her mind. There was no way Carole could reasonably allow her to skip classes when she had so much to do.

“Don’t worry, the people that run the school and I know each other, I can convince them to let you find other days to do your schoolwork…Well, more like I can get Ryanne to do it with me first,” Carole snickered; Ryanne had the upper hand when it came to being confrontational, given her position as a council member, and never once did this enigmatic woman say no to doing a favor for Carole, much to her reluctance until she knew it was for Frankie’s sake. “But I promise, sunbeam, nothing more needs to be said. Girls like you need some time to let loose, especially when you’ve been giving it your best for who knows how long. The only thing missing, of course, is someone who recognizes that.”

Frankie threw her arms around Carole immediately. “Thanks so much, Carole,” she rejoiced, trying not to sound too exultant against her ear, but Carole could tell she was the happiest girl in the world because Frankie’s joy was her joy, too, and she wrapped her arms back around the girl.

“It’s no trouble, dearie.”

As soon as the Frankie withdrew from her embrace, she could have sworn the air around the room was suddenly frostier than before, like she was atop Mount Everest—not that she had ever been before. “Your room is really cold,” Frankie quivered, wrapping her arms around herself.

“That’s because my house is right by the sea,” Carole also couldn’t help but pull the blanket closer, “I could go for a cup of cocoa in times like this.”

At that, Carole could feel an imaginary lightbulb spark atop her head. “Hm, what do you say to that? I can whip us both a cup or two in the kitchen really quick.” Frankie pursed her lips before simply nodding in agreement. “That’s the spirit.”

Before long, the gray-haired woman and the little girl practically leapt out of bed and ambled onto the small hallway yonder. “Can I turn on your record player while you’re making the cocoa?” Frankie requested, knowing the two of them were going to be up a lot longer than she had expected.

The record player in the living room was Frankie’s favorite thing in Carole’s house. It was fairly modern than most other phonographs, simply a wooden box resting atop a pedestal as tall as the girl herself, but thankfully it was close enough to the sofa where she could mount herself by the armrest and gently place a down record without any trouble nor help from Carole. Frankie liked being able to switch it on herself once the older woman had taught her how to use it. But first, she browsed through the crammed shelves that took up a whole corner of Carole’s living room, which were towering so close to the ceiling that Frankie needed a stool to stand on as she flipped through the dedicated cubicle for vinyl covers which was still so high above.

In the kitchen, Carole had her and Frankie’s mugs settled on the countertop right after she stopped the kettle on the stovetop from shrieking and puffing. She could hear Frankie humming a tune around the corner; a tune, the older woman recognized, as being from the record the little girl had picked out and was setting atop the record player. With the flick of switch and the touch of a needle on a rotating record (in that order), the house became filled with the fuzzy, homely melody of a piano and a man’s high-note singing that mimicked the tune Frankie was humming.

“If I knew that someone cared for me, I'd let the world go by.”

“Someone who was truer as true could be, I’d never want to sigh.”

The cocoa mix and hot milk were stirred well in each mug, and Carole carried them over to the living room where she found Frankie cuddled up on the sofa with a Raggedy Ann doll she had left there this morning—which she named “Rosie”. The 10-year-old awaited her hot cocoa whilst trying not to look too eager as she was being offered her mug, appearing stiff in the way she sat up and especially in her expression, which made Carole giggle.

“Thanks for this, Carole,” the girl then took a slight sip of cocoa, still too steamy and scorching for her to handle.

The gray-haired woman took a seat on her rocking chair across the room. “It’s hasn’t been an hour, but I hope you’re feeling a little better now than before, sunbeam.”

Frankie took a moment to concentrate on the gentle music in the room, the velvety taste of her cocoa along with its heat to bear the cold sea-air breaching into the house, Rosie limp on her lap and all the quaint decorations she could eye on around the house such as a mandolin hung on one wall and pots of ivy hung on another—and lastly, Carole Paxson giving her undivided attention to her long unheeded well-being. Nothing here could remotely remind her of quizzes and projects. She grinned softly, let out a small breath, and murmured to Carole, “Yeah, so much better.”

There was a large chest in the center of the living room which was used as the coffee table, draped with a dark red cloth and ornamented with a completed jigsaw puzzle of a Monet painting, a trio of candle stands and a little Bonsai tree on top of it. Carole squinted as she noticed among the decorations a lone book with a sky-blue cover; a copy of The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis.

“I don’t remember leaving this here.” Carole remarked as she reached for the book.

“That’s mine,” Frankie pointed out. “Well, it’s Maddie’s, but she said I could borrow it. I haven’t been able to continue reading because of school, though.”

Carole opened the book to its first page. Sure enough, on the upper right of the foreword read “MJH’s book” written tinnily in pencil along with a neatly drawn star next to it. Maddeline Jean Hewitt, Carole instantly recognized what the initials stood for, sparking a new how-to-make-Frankie-feel-better plan upon seeing.

“You know, you can spend the rest of the day tomorrow at the Hewitts’ if you’d like that, sunbeam,” the older woman spoke in an uplifting tone. “I’m sure Maddie would be just as happy knowing you now have time to play together.” Maddie was a homeschooled girl, and coming to see her meant Frankie did not have to feel alone and awkward about not being in school while every other child was.

“Is…that a good idea?” Frankie asked. “It kind of feels wrong to skip school just so I could play with my friend.”

“Sure, it’s fine,” Carole insisted. “It’s like I said, you deserve to let loose, dearie, and that means making the most out of time you didn’t have before, not just having plain ol’ rest. Plus, time at the Hewitts sounds much comfier than time at school if you ask me.”

“Yeah, you’re right, I guess maybe I will see Maddie tomorrow,” Frankie shrugged tautly; even when she wasn’t sure about going, she knew seeing Maddie at her family’s big brick house at Sandalwood always lit her up, and it had been so long since both girls saw each other.

When Frankie took another sip of cocoa, she drew her attention to the wall clock just above Carole’s chair, and the young girl gawked in disbelief seeing that the hour hand was at 2. Being up so late, while thrilling, was just unheard of, if not strictly forbidden for children like her. And though Frankie was only partly sleepy in this hour, she realized how Carole never seemed to look tired at all since they first saw each other in the bedroom.

“Carole? What time do you sleep?”

“Hmm…Three …Maybe four o’clock-ish?”

“But why though?”

The old woman also sipped on her cocoa before speaking; the steam fogging up her thin-rimmed glasses. Truthfully, she was not a hundred-percent sure how to answer the curious child across her, only thinking about her usual routine to remotely give any good reason for staying up so late. “If I’m gonna be honest, Frankie,” she smacked her lips, “I think it’s ‘cause I just really like reading books,” and the two girls snickered, it was hard to argue knowing how long a good book can really take to finish.

“In fact, now that you don’t have your quizzes to worry about anymore,” Carole held up the copy of the Narnia book, “how’s about you finally get around to continuing this one, together with me?”

“Hmm…okay!” Frankie’s heart soared; a book she wanted to read at long last. She reached for the record player to lower the volume a tad, that way she could hear the older woman read whilst the music she loved carried on at the same time.

The moment Carole flipped through the page the bookmark reserved, the man’s voice from the record player, while much fainter now, was already singing the final chorus of the song.

“Let the great big world keep turning, never mind if I’ve got you”

“For I only know that I want you so, and there’s no one else will do.”

“You have simply set me yearning, and forever I’ll be true.”

Frankie took a break from drinking her cocoa when she realized it was still too hot, setting it aside on the coffee-table-chest. She hugged onto Rosie and laid herself down comfortably on her side, and she listened to Carole recite the passages of her book with great sincerity and fervor as though she had really gone to Narnia, and the 4 siblings of the book were really in the room.

“Let the great big world keep on turning ‘round, now I’ve found someone like you.”

[dizzying-faust]

At this point, I'm convinced Guilty Gear dudebros don't give a shit about the games and the lore, and just call anyone a "tourist" just to be bullying gatekeepers.

[teleomancer]

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