#for my own peace of mind

[frogaroundandfindout]

Nightwing supports an injured robin as he faces down Hugo Strange who starts talking about dicks relationship with Bruce.

Strange holds dick’s face and claims he is the loyal son who was never allowed to save his own father and that Bruce kept dick around because his devotion is “flattering” and “heady.” Dick tells strange to take his hands off of him and then forces him away.

Strange lands in a heap on the floor and pulls out a flashbang that Dick guards Tim from just as Strange predicted he would. When the smoke clears Hugo is gone. (Gotham knights #10)

[deprofundisclamoadte]

at this point the fact that Bob's restaurant isn't more successful in canon has honestly gotten unbelievable. he charges $5 for a hamburger. adding cheese costs 50 cents. a regular side of fries is $2. that's less than most McDonalds! a beer is four dollars. he hasn't raised prices in thirteen years AND the food's actually good?! and they want me to believe people choose to eat Jimmy Pesto's crap? why does Bob not have a small army of loyal millennial customers who would die for him by now?

[singsofecho-misc]

This 🤏 close to rewriting mando'a dictionary with IPA

[hyperfixationsstation]

yup she can come back when shes a better person

[shuckstruck]

saw some horrors this weekend that changed me fundamentally i think

AND- the horrors aside- my mom accidentally left the gate open and my black lab puppy took off for nearly two hours this afternoon. we drive all around town looking for him and couldn’t find him fucking anywhere. eventually we got a call and got him. we almost drove right by him cause he stood so stock still when he saw our car that i thought he was one of those tacky lawn ornaments ppl put out of animal silhouettes lmao

[jdeanmorgan]

i haven't looked at my list of followers for months and at this point i'm scared to take a look at how many bots there are...

[cattailtales]

choosing to believe that the moment they stepped out of that courtroom, wilson, cuddy and house all ganged up and beat that cop to death. and the judge clapped

[pillarsalt]

I saw this odd goose with a group of canada geese in Calgary. put it on inaturalist and apparently canada geese and greylag geese can and do breed.

[zenithofstories]

Please, I need help. Psychology or sociology or science or writing or worldbuilding side of tumblr; why does this

in Akarnae by Lynette Noni bother me, but this

in The Hammer of Thor by Rick Riordan doesn’t?

It’s the same thing, isn’t it? Two fantasy situations where the fantasy language is exactly English without a reason being given for it? It just is?

Why?? Why does one bother me and the other doesn’t?

Is it because I know Akarnae was Noni’s first book and I’m more likely to nitpick little things whereas Riordan was a well established author by the time he wrote The Hammer of Thor and I’m more likely to just accept everything he tells me?

Do I have an unconscious gender bias coming into play?

Is there actually something different about the two examples?

Please, someone, help me understand what my brain is doing.

[hexyourheartablaze]

Am... I... researching men's nagagi kimono... just so this cosplay can be accurate....?

yes.....................................................

[starscelly]

“it’s like christmas” said in the most miserable voice you’ve ever heard

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

In regards to the proship question (I’m a diff anon lol) I’d also like to respectfully ask if dark content writing and pro/comshipping are the same thing? Because I was under the impression they had a few differences 😭 I thought proshipping was an unhealthy coping mechanism/more often than not the glamorisation or romanticisation of darker topics, and that dark content writing was more of an exploration of those topics in a way that doesn’t act like it’s okay? Does that make sense? 😭 I’m not really sure how to word it

hi anon!!! pls keep in mind that i’m not an expert when it comes to these terms but:

as far as i understand it, ’proshipping’ is literally just defined as being supportive of shipping no matter the pairing. you’re ”pro” shipping, even if the ships are taboo. it doesn’t mean you romanticize them - and it doesn’t have to be a coping mechanism either. it can just be exploring darker topics in writing, like you said!! and dark content is even more simple because it’s literally just a term used to describe…. dark content. which a lot of proship fics would fall under. basically, ”dark content” is an umbrella term that is only used to describe the contents of a fic, not the author’s intentions or personal beliefs… i hope that makes sense 😭

i think it’s important to make that distinction because i see a lot of people on this app who are vocally supportive of dark content, recognizing that it’s possible to explore topics in writing without supporting them irl (i have quite a few gore-leaning wips, and that doesn’t mean i have homicidal urges irl, yk? 😭) — but they still draw a firm line when it comes to proshipping. and maybe i just don’t understand the terms enough, but it confuses me because i really don’t think there’s a difference between writing a character/reader fic and a character/character fic… dark content or not. i totally understand feeling more uncomfortable around the latter because frankly i am too, but. there’s no actual difference between them. like. objectively. fics about taboo ships fall under the dc umbrella.

to word things in a more simple way… neither of these terms carry an inherent sense of the author’s intentions. i don’t think there are many dc writers/proshippers out there that think the irl equivalent of what they’re writing is okay (and if some of them do then i think it goes without saying that i want absolutely nothing to do with them) — they’re just exploring darker topics in writing, like you said!! and even though most of that content is triggering to me, i support their freedom to write what they want.

[toxooz]

i love a man who is the living embodiment of mnt Everest

[hey-hey-j]

this started out as me wanting to expand on that headcanon post from yesterday about Bruce and Brandy getting caught hopelessly off guard with their first egg and then it quickly evolved into me getting all emotional about Bruce realizing he's finally at a point where he's happy and healthy enough to even carry an egg in the first place and I aaahhh....

(★ my Kofi)

[ingoodjesst]

have you put the pieces together yet, detective

[heich0e]

suna recently moved into a new place.

the building he's in now is much nicer than the last one he lived in, and in an even better part of town, too—it's a newly built place that's still only half-occupied, leaving him with so few neighbours on his floor that he claims sometimes it feels like he's got the whole building to himself.

living in a new-build (a half-build, technically, since there's still active construction happening in some of the units on other floors) presents its own unique challenges, though. since no one's ever lived in his unit before him, he's sort of like the guinea pig; the first to discover which of the design elements are functional and which aren't. like how the tap in his bathroom had accidentally been installed backwards, so the hot and cold water markers were switched—a realization he regrettably only came to after stepping into an ice cold shower for the first time.

or how the intercom system in the building isn't quite up and running yet, so every time he has guests over he has to come all the way down to the lobby to let them in himself.

"wow, what are the chances of running into you here?" rintarou drawls as he opens the building door for you, allowing you to step in out of the cool night outside.

pretty good, you'd wager, because he knew you were coming and had to be here to let you in.

you're too tired to make any sort of snarky remark though, shooting him a pointed look instead as you step past him in the doorway and into the lobby's warmth. coming to suna's place had been a last minute decision made late in the evening when a poorly-timed (or well-timed on his part) text landed in your inbox; you weren't dressed for the weather, but had been close enough to walk from the little bar where a few of your friends had gathered that evening.

"cold out?" he asks you as he lets the door swing shut, turning and following along behind you as you begin making your way towards the elevator.

"freezing," you reply, still holding your coat tightly around your frame. you're narrowly fighting back the way your teeth threaten to chatter.

"sorry, I came down as soon as you called to tell me you were on your way," rintarou frowns a little as he takes in the way you have your arms wrapped around yourself for warmth.

"no, i know," you wave off his concern, pressing the UP button on the panel next to the elevator in the lobby. "i should have called sooner but i didn't want to take my hands out of my pockets since it was so cold on the walk here."

you'd only fished your cellphone out of your pocket when the building was in sight a few metres down the road, preserving every little bit of warmth you could for as long as possible.

"you know, you wouldn't need to wait for me to let you in if you'd just let me give you a key fob."

the elevator doors slide open to take you both up to rintarou's floor, and your glance over at him from the corner of your eye as the two of you step inside.

you don't want one of suna's key fobs. firstly because he'd already broken the only spare he had thanks (indirectly) to you—having once tried to toss it down from his third floor balcony while you were waiting out front in the middle of the night. it had landed on the pavement underfoot and shattered into approximately a million pieces—leaving him down to only the one connected to his own key ring. he'd told you it really wasn't that expensive to get his building manager to replace it, but you'd vehemently spurned the suggestion, which brings you to the second point—

having a key to rintarou's place (however temporary) just feels too... serious.

too serious for you and him, and whatever this decidedly unserious thing between you is, anyway.

"who's to say you won't destroy that one too?" you brush off his suggestion as the elevator doors slide closed.

the inside of the elevator still has those thick, padded blankets hanging up to protect the mirrored walls while they finish construction, and still have people constantly moving boxes and furniture and whatever else into the vacant units units. it makes the already confined space feel even smaller, and you try to ignore it as suna presses the button for his floor on the panel off to the side of the doors.

"fine, freeze then," rintarou shrugs, but you can feel his eyes on the side of your face.

"the cold wasn't even the bad part," you sigh, wincing a little as you shift your weight from one foot to the other. "i haven't worn these boots out before and my feet are killing me."

suna glances down at your feet, taking in the knee high boots you have on your feet.

"oh," he says, his tone a bit different now in a way that makes you look at him suspiciously. "those are nice."

"you're such a freak," you laugh under your breath and he peeks up at you without a hint of guilt on his face.

"i mean it," he insists.

"i know you do," you snort.

the elevator dips slightly as it arrives to rintarou's floor, and it makes you wobble a bit unsteadily. rintarou wraps his arm around your waist to steady you without missing a beat.

"they really hurt that bad?" he asks, peering down at you curiously.

from this close you can see just how unfairly long his eyelashes are, and how they flutter as he blinks down at you. you hate how nice it is to feel his warmth seeping into you when he holds you like this. you hate the thought of him stepping away again even more.

"yeah, it's my own fault though," you answer quietly.

the elevator doors slide open, and you move to step out, but rintarou rushes ahead of you. you watch, confused, as he crouches down just on the other side of the threshold of the sliding doors.

"really?" you ask him with a laugh, rolling your eyes as he waits for you to climb up on his back.

but it's late, and you're tired, and your feet hurt.

(and you really like how warm he is, even if you'll never say it.)

so you carefully hop on, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, and let him carry you off in the direction of his apartment—endlessly grateful for how few units on his floor are leased, and therefore how your chances of running into anyone in your current state are lowered.

you can only see the slightest bit of rintarou's profile while he carries you like this, but you can tell even from the glimpse you get that he's looking awfully smug as he carries you to his door.

"don't look so pleased with yourself," you mutter, squeezing your legs a bit tighter around his waist in warning.

rintarou's hands slip down from where he was loosely holding you behind your knees until they grasp your thighs and the leather upper of your boots.

"these really are nice you know," suna remarks quietly, his thumbs brushing along some of the stitching at the sides.

"i'm not keeping them on in bed," you warn him flatly, his apartment door now in sight at the other end of the hall.

"why not?" suna sounds so plaintive it almost makes you laugh. his grip slips all the way down to your ankles now. "it's not like they can hurt your feet while you'll be on your back, anyway."

"rintarou!" you hiss, slapping one of your hands over his mouth to shut him up, scandalized at what he's said in the middle of the hallway—lack of neighbours or not.

you feel his lips spread in an obnoxious grin under your palm, but you don't dare pull it away.

"keep it up and you're getting thrown off the balcony next, pervert."