#god he's so ungrateful

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I'm sorry but the irony of Nico calling Max unprofessional is sending me so bad like sir there's an entire garage full of people, who were literally in the trenches trying to survive the Brocedes fallout while just doing their jobs, who might have a few things to say about your (& Lewis') level of professionalism at that time 😭✋️

[layalu]

so i uhhhh. started PoE

[insertcoolusernamehereee]

If becoming Robin had an interview:-

(Dick, Jason, Tim, Stephanie and Damian)

Batman- What is your motivation for becoming Batman's partner?

Dick- Robin. Batman's partner is Robin.

Batman-

Batman- Right, Robin, what are your motivations?

Dick- *Scrunching up nose in concentration* Uhm- Uhhh- RIGHT! dead parents :D

Batman-

Batman- WHAT?

Dick- OH! sorry, i forgot, *Grin*, seeing dead parents DIE in front of me :))

Batman- I-

Batman- *softly* Dick,

Dick- Aww, I got it wrong...

Batman- You can't-

Dick- What's your motive?

Batman- Making sure nobody else has to suffer like I did but-

Dick- My motive is to make sure nobody else has to suffer like I did, Batman sir *salute*

Batman-

Batman- Dick, just because we have similar starts to our Vigilante career-

Dick- And to find Tony Zucco.

Batman- There it is-

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Batman- Out of all the other kids, why should I hire you?

Jason- OUT OF ALL THE OTHER- Listen here mister-

Batman- waIT that was just to sound interviewy-

Jason- SOME RANDOM CREEPY WEIRDO KIDNAPPED ME OFF THE STREETS-

Batman- *softly* Oh Gotham...

Jason- YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WENT "hey kid, wanna punch some baddies?"

Batman- *suppressing a smile* Are you done?

Jason- THE HELL IF I AM- Y'know what, why should I work FOR YOU??? WHY NOT- LIKE- THE JOKER OR SOMETHING?

Batman-

Batman- Because THE JOKER IS A HORRIBLE MAN???

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Batman- *Gruff* What are your qualifications?

Tim- Well, Photography, Stalking, and I like to think I'm quite smart but I can be stubborn at times-

Batman- *Bored* Mhm....

Tim- I-

Tim- To hell with this, If you don't hire me, I'm telling everyone you're Bruce Wayne >:(

Batman- *Raise of eyebrow* And what if I stop you?

Tim- Unless you tie me down for the rest of my life or kill me, you can't

Batman-

Batman- I need your height and weight for the suit.

Tim- yES!

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Batman- Any previous experience?

Stephanie- Well, I was Spoiler before, and I have a close relationship with the previous Robin-

Batman- *Interested* Hrn, would you say the previous Robin, cared for you???

Stephanie- Uh, yes sir???

Batman- Don't call me sir.

Batman- This may be a strange question, but would said person be jealous if you became Robin?

Stephanie-

Stephanie- I suppose, but I like to think-

Batman- You're hired.

Stephanie- REALLY?????

Batman- Really.

Stephanie-

Stephanie- Do I get paid, ma'am?

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Batman- What is your opinion on killing?

Damian-

Damian- Well, I suppose, hypothetically speaking,

Batman- We're not talking about hypothetically.

Damian- *under breath* interrupt me again-

Batman- Sorry?

Damian- HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING, I think some people deserve to die,

Batman- Well yes, but would you deliver the final blow?

Damian-

Damian- *deep annoyed inhale*

Damian- *Slowly, as if remembering difficult lines* I believe that context matters,

Batman-

Batman- Could you please answer the question, i have other volunteers waiting-

Damian- Excuse me?

Batman- I meant-

Batman- *Sigh* Tim wanted to volunteer for the interview just in case-

Damian- *Pushing table and standing up* OH REALLY?

Batman- *Painfully tight* Damian-

Damian- WELL YOU CAN TELL DRAKE THAT IF HE DOESN'T BACK OFF, I'M GOING TO HAVE TO GET BLOOD ON PENNYWORTH'S NICELY CLEANED CARPETS-

Batman- DAMIAN DON'T YOU DARE-

Damian- *Impassive stare*

Batman-

Damian-

Batman-

Damian- I'm going out.

Batman- WHERE-

Damian-

Damian- *Run's out*

Batman- WAIT-

Batman- *Following after* YOU'RE HIRED- DAMIAN YOU LITTLE- STOP!!!

[nostalgia-tblr]

stopped reading a fic just there because it was insisting that thor & co went on many violent adventures pre-movies but of course left poor feeble loki behind cos he's a) feeble and b) blessed with a better understanding of imperialism than the rest, and there are a thousand other fics that also think this is obviously what happened but i think i may just have hit my limit on this one :\

[erik-christine]

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

speaking of solaris, the thing about ieytd2 that really gets me is that. 1) considering that fabby is talking to her on the phone about the agent, it's implied that she's AT zoraxis, hanging out and doing... SOMETHING. if not the mimic mask, then something else. and 2) she was decidedly NOT invited to john's bomb ass party up in the alps. WHICH IS HER HOME. THAT SHE PROBABLY DOESN'T GET TO GO TO A LOT. because i doubt zoraxis gives vacation days.

but you know. now that i think about it. i don't think being in a building full of formal strangers and all of a sudden having two massive fucking bombs go off outside would be all too good for her really.

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

Oh so when you're in love with a cannibalistic serial killer sadomasochist who openly admits to helping people just to get the opportunity to push them into failure and suffering 'cause he thinks its funny, its cool and normal and just basic Tumblr Sexyman shenanigans BUT WHEN I'm in love with a gangster murderer, rapist, sex trafficker who drugs people and is a narcissistic stalker I'm suddenly endorsing abuse and am bad wow ok

[lateseptemberdawn]

The whole point of Mahabharata and the introduction of kaliyuga is that absolute pureness will not suffice. That to be good is to suffer. That if you keep taking what the world gives you, you will die empty-handed, everything you own taken away. That is the whole point of Bhagavat Geeta. To give what you're given, not to keep bending until your back breaks, NOT to keep suffering because that is the good thing, at the hands of someone who has done nothing for you. It is insane that this man who claims to be so clever and smart is so, SO willing to become literally stupid just because it's the Good thing to do. It is unfathomable to me. This is pure stupidity no matter from what way you look at it. There are all sorts of religious shows to tel these idiots that you MUST take back what you're owed. It's literally YOUR right. It is literally what you are SUPPOSED to do. When you keep giving what you have rightfully earned out of the labour of your blood sweat and tears, you are not doing it for the goodness. It's going nowhere. God is laughing at you and is probably angry that you're wasting opportunities and resources and the blessings you were provided with for your benefit. Especially when you're not only responsible for just yourself but for people in your family as well. Especially when you're already so so close to suffering that you need all the extra resources you can to make sure you don't suffer. The whole point of Krishna is to accept the impure within you, to fight for your own self. Rama is become so relevant these days because people here are braindeads. This is not the satyuga, the moralities of that times will have you beaten down bleading on the ground. This is kaliyuga, in order to preserve yourself you need to weaponise cunning to save yourself. That's how it is supposed to be. You sit down and take and you keep on taking from every single person that comes across you. You think this is patience? To be unreasonably lenient to strangers and so hard on your family? Your wife and daughter? You think yourself so smart but you are so obviously stupid I laughed at your face because of it. You are hell bent on wasting away everything you are in the name of a false ideal that will not only leave you nowhere but will also drive you mad and who will take the brunt of it? Your wife. Your daughter. Because man is a coward who is so so scared of another man be it his own son. He will scream and shout and the littlest faults of his wife and daughter but not the son, he gets to be a no-gooder, he gets to be free with it in the name of I-dont-care-let-him-do-what-he-wants-hes-a-no-gooder-anyways. Not your mother or sister because they are women and you must service them because it is good and noble but your wife and daughter are not women who deserve the same treatment, no, you can blame them for the stress you've acquired by your own stupidness and claim to be all high and mighty. This man needs to open his eyes or I swear to god I will lose all respect.

[heloflor]

Unpopular opinion: The ending of Mario Odyssey is amazing and one of the best Mario games endings.

First off, it’s hilarious. Between Mario being pushed out of the way, Peach low-key considering Bowser when he gives her flowers, Mario and Bowser fighting like idiots, their faces when Peach rejects them, Mario comforting Bowser, Peach trolling Mario with the Odyssey, Cappy and Tiara just watching the chaos unfold, all while there’s a music playing that doesn’t even sound like a Mario song... All of it is just so good!

Second, about the way Mario acts, it actually makes sense. Something random I noticed a while ago is that, when Mario and Bowser are shouldering each other, Bowser barely looks at Mario and remains focused on Peach, while Mario looks more pissed and glaces at him more than once. And in general, that’s the whole vibe of this scene. Bowser is still genuinely trying to court Peach, while Mario is instead fully focused on his rivalry with Bowser, completely forgetting to consider Peach’s feelings as a result. It was definitely a shitty move from Mario, but he’s not doing it to impress Peach, he’s doing it to one-up Bowser.

On that note, this scene is great because it helps in giving the headcanon of this game taking place very early on in the Mario timeline (or is that just me?), I’m talking a year and a half into Mario and Luigi being in this world. As a result, you could see Mario being a bit too caught up into the fantasy of being the hero saving the princess, and this game would give him a reality check. You could also imagine that, once they get back to the Mushroom Kingdom, he and Peach have a talk, basically starting their friendship all over again but this time on better terms, with Mario having no expectations of a romance and Peach being more open to him about who she is as a person rather than keeping up her royal appearances around him.

Third, I love that Peach is allowed to be angry at the situation. She has every right to say no. She doesn’t owe Mario a romantic relationship, especially when he’s acting exactly like her captor does. I especially like how we see her take a breath when she gets on the Odyssey before bringing her smile again. It shows that she’s still angry but willing to put it on the side for now.

This scene also shows what I talked about in previous posts with Peach being sassy in a playful way. It’s obvious she has no intentions of leaving Mario behind, but also she’s mad at him so she only calls for him after starting the Odyssey, forcing Mario to run and jump to get on. And she does it all with her usual smile, showing even more that it’s playful rather than petty.

Oh and for those worried about Bowser “being left behind”, he literally came to the Moon by airship, airship he spent the whole game in and that Mario never destroys in any way. He’ll be fine. I’ll be more concerned for all the kidnapped guests who have no way home and were inside the church when shit went down. Speaking of which, are the guests the characters looking at the Earth at the end? No because that also implies they don’t really have a way home unless the Toad Brigade helps them. Or the taxi.

[natjennie]

does anyone out here have a dad that isnt an asshole all the fucking time. like is it even possible.

[gothluke]

i 🩷 ashton

[backpackingspace]

Okay but it must be driving jun wu absolutely insane that beings of all three relams are helping xie lian

[penitent-stranger]

Whumpuary Jan 11-12 - Exhaustion / Blindfolded / Old Injuries

(cw: forced labor, abusive environment, loneliness, isolation)

In hindsight, he probably should have known his crew would leave him behind. Really, why else would a team assign the riskiest part of the job to their youngest and least-experienced member? He couldn't really blame them for the actual leaving part, either. Made sense. Why risk everyone getting bagged when you can just cut your losses and dead weight in one go and skedaddle?

And it wasn't like he could get mad at the other crew. They did catch him trying to break and steal their shit. They didn't stuff him through an airlock. They hadn't even shot him. All things considered, they didn't treat him much differently than his old crew had.

Sure, his old crew never blindfolded him or kicked him in the ribs until he couldn't breathe, but, like. He could tell they wanted to, sometimes. Most people did. He had very kickable ribs.

They threw him into a cargo hold as some sort of makeshift brig. The way they’d cuffed his hands behind his back wrenched the old break in his wrist from when he was twelve. He thought about faking tears to get them to cut him loose - or at least to secure his wrists in front instead - but after the first fifteen minutes, he didn't have to fake them. Pins and needles coursed through his hands. Pain shot through his wrist like it had when he’d first broken it, and it splintered up his forearm all the way to his elbow. 

He pressed his forehead to the floor and sobbed until someone heard him. They relented, eventually, and set his hands free. Even gave him a bit to get feeling back before handcuffing him again. Maybe he still looked enough like a teenager to make them feel guilty.

He still was a teenager, technically - but things like that didn’t usually matter in the Long Rim.

At some point, they pulled off the blindfold. The magcuffs stayed. The captain of the ship crouched in front of him, members of her crew crowding around menacingly as he looked up at her.

He had a debt to pay, she told him. Fix the shit he broke, and work to recoup the losses of what his crew had stolen from them. Had they actually grabbed anything worth taking? No one told him. He didn’t feel like asking. He supposed he’d just have to take their word for it.

They ran him ragged around the ship. Typical Northstar transport, barely staffed with enough people to fill two alternating shifts, let alone schedule any overlaps. He’d learned enough from his time in space to not burden anyone with a need for training, and growing up on a station made him handy with a wrench, at least. The things he didn’t know, he picked up quickly enough. The hardest part, though, was the bone-deep fatigue that plagued every waking moment.

Being exhausted all the time did have its perks. It never took long for him to fall asleep. He didn’t get the chance to lie awake for hours missing home - the parts of home worth missing, anyway. He didn't need the warmth of another body next to him or the smell of kitchen spices to help him relax anymore. As soon as the workday ended, he collapsed into his cot and simply passed out. 

The only times he didn't immediately fall unconscious were when his body ached too much for him to get comfortable. The shadowy silence of the ship’s night cycle did little to distract him from his sore muscles. Or to keep his mind from wandering. On nights like that, he curled on his side and tried not to remember the feeling of being held.

He did consider breaking things again, just out of spite. Based on their reaction whenever he messed up on accident, though, he decided not to test it. It was hard enough to work through the itch of dried blood on the inside of his nose, or bruised fingers from where they’d been stomped on. He didn’t want to imagine the punishment for willful negligence.

The captain locked him in the cargo hold again for the first few times the ship docked for refueling. Sans blindfold, this time. Which - he had to admit - was a plus. They did gag him, though. Belting out spacer shanties until his voice grew hoarse and kicking random crates in protest didn’t go over very well with the crew they left behind.

He suspected this kind of discipline was less to keep him in line specifically, but to send a message to the rest of the crew. With such few hands, the captain couldn’t afford to lose any to desertion. She also couldn’t afford harsher measures to prevent it. Not without risking mutiny. Luckily, she had someone aboard who couldn’t hit back. And he always lived to please.

In time - and after enough beatings - they didn’t consider him as great of a flight risk. They let him roam the ship freely when they touched down. A few stops without incident, and they started sending him out with a small group. Always with a hand gripping the back of his neck, and never far from the loading docks. But at least he could stretch his legs. Look at something more than twenty feet away.

When he saw other people for the first time, he fought back the urge to call for help. There wasn’t anything stopping him, really. Just the knowledge that if he did, he’d sport a wonderful array of bruises the next morning. Or maybe they’d stick him in the cargo hold again with the heat turned down. That had been a fun night.

Besides, no one would believe him anyway. And who would even care? He hadn’t seen a star chart in months, but he knew they were nowhere near Calliope. The planet’s resident honor-bound crusader pirates didn’t make it out this far, and no one else really gave a shit about stuff they saw all the time.

Best to play along, for now. The crew’s contract would run out eventually. Or maybe he’d manage to slip away, one of these days.

On one of these jolly little outings, he let his eyes scan the clusters of people gathered around the station terminal. One group in particular grabbed his attention, and only partially because of the obnoxiously huge mechs they stood next to. Swatches of sky blue stood out on their plugsuits. No other markings. 

Were they that close to the Dawnline Shore? No one ever told him the details of where they were going, but he’d been able to pick a few things up. They were close-ish. Still not Ungratefuls-hanging-out-in-port close though.

He kept staring as he walked by, and one of the lancers happened to glance his way. She caught his eyes. For the first time in months, something other than fear or loneliness squeezed at his heart. She saw him. Someone in this godsforsaken wasteland of space actually saw him.

A blue plugsuit alone did not an Ungrateful make. He knew that, of course. However.

Things couldn’t really get any worse, could they?

Taking the first chance he got, he broke away from his crew and bolted toward the lancers. He nearly careened into them, but managed to catch himself on the woman’s arm before completely losing his balance. 

“Please-” he gasped. “You gotta help me. I’m a prisoner on the Diligence. They’re making me work for them, and-”

A hand latched onto the back of his shirt and yanked him away. He’d stopped struggling against whatever the crew threw his way a long time ago, but he struggled now. He tried to fight his way to his feet so he could walk without being dragged, for all the good that did him.

“We spit on the hand that feeds us because it’s not our own hand!”

A savage pull on his shirt collar choked out any other words before they could form.

He was in the cargo hold again when the attack came. He could hardly stand to lift his head off of the floor at the sound of yelling and running outside, nor could he bring himself to care. He always figured he’d die on the ground, curled up like some sort of bug. He was already halfway there. Might as well add a pool of his own blood to lie in.

Human voices gave way to more aggressive sounds: the screeching metal of hangar doors wrenched open, booming rattles of impossibly heavy footsteps. Ooo, stepped on by a mech. That was certainly a way to go.

The noise stopped after a bit. That certainly didn’t take long. Feeling some sort of survival instinct kick in, he dragged his arms underneath him and pushed himself at least halfway upright. He was looking around for some sort of improvised weapon when the doors to the cargo hold opened. He froze.

The woman from the station came into view. The Ungrateful he'd all but crashed into. She scanned the hold until she saw him, then knelt down in front of him. Smiled in a familiar way that made his chest ache.

“Hey, kiddo,” she said. “It’s alright. I’m not here to hurt you.”

He blinked the eye that wasn’t swollen shut and swallowed. He should probably say something. His arm buckled instead, and he nearly collapsed back to the floor.

The Ungrateful caught him before he could fall. She helped him sit up again, and kept a hand on his shoulder to steady him as he swayed in place. The contact made his skin buzz under his sleeve. The first touch of explicit care since…he shoved all thoughts of her out of his mind.

“The sky is as much yours as anyone else’s,” the woman said. “What’s your name, comrade?”

Despite himself, he grinned. There was probably blood between his teeth, but it was the most genuine smile he'd cracked in months. “Call me Kick-back.”

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Not liking Naruto as a character is a big red flag for me tbh

[queer-ragnelle]

Say what you will about Starz Camelot but no one can deny Arthur and Kay slayed at the wedding.

[insertcoolusernamehereee]

If becoming Robin had an interview:-

(Dick, Jason, Tim, Stephanie and Damian)

Batman- What is your motivation for becoming Batman's partner?

Dick- Robin. Batman's partner is Robin.

Batman-

Batman- Right, Robin, what are your motivations?

Dick- *Scrunching up nose in concentration* Uhm- Uhhh- RIGHT! dead parents :D

Batman-

Batman- WHAT?

Dick- OH! sorry, i forgot, *Grin*, seeing dead parents DIE in front of me :))

Batman- I-

Batman- *softly* Dick,

Dick- Aww, I got it wrong...

Batman- You can't-

Dick- What's your motive?

Batman- Making sure nobody else has to suffer like I did but-

Dick- My motive is to make sure nobody else has to suffer like I did, Batman sir *salute*

Batman-

Batman- Dick, just because we have similar starts to our Vigilante career-

Dick- And to find Tony Zucco.

Batman- There it is-

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Batman- Out of all the other kids, why should I hire you?

Jason- OUT OF ALL THE OTHER- Listen here mister-

Batman- waIT that was just to sound interviewy-

Jason- SOME RANDOM CREEPY WEIRDO KIDNAPPED ME OFF THE STREETS-

Batman- *softly* Oh Gotham...

Jason- YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WENT "hey kid, wanna punch some baddies?"

Batman- *suppressing a smile* Are you done?

Jason- THE HELL IF I AM- Y'know what, why should I work FOR YOU??? WHY NOT- LIKE- THE JOKER OR SOMETHING?

Batman-

Batman- Because THE JOKER IS A HORRIBLE MAN???

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Batman- *Gruff* What are your qualifications?

Tim- Well, Photography, Stalking, and I like to think I'm quite smart but I can be stubborn at times-

Batman- *Bored* Mhm....

Tim- I-

Tim- To hell with this, If you don't hire me, I'm telling everyone you're Bruce Wayne >:(

Batman- *Raise of eyebrow* And what if I stop you?

Tim- Unless you tie me down for the rest of my life or kill me, you can't

Batman-

Batman- I need your height and weight for the suit.

Tim- yES!

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Batman- Any previous experience?

Stephanie- Well, I was Spoiler before, and I have a close relationship with the previous Robin-

Batman- *Interested* Hrn, would you say the previous Robin, cared for you???

Stephanie- Uh, yes sir???

Batman- Don't call me sir.

Batman- This may be a strange question, but would said person be jealous if you became Robin?

Stephanie-

Stephanie- I suppose, but I like to think-

Batman- You're hired.

Stephanie- REALLY?????

Batman- Really.

Stephanie-

Stephanie- Do I get paid, ma'am?

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Batman- What is your opinion on killing?

Damian-

Damian- Well, I suppose, hypothetically speaking,

Batman- We're not talking about hypothetically.

Damian- *under breath* interrupt me again-

Batman- Sorry?

Damian- HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING, I think some people deserve to die,

Batman- Well yes, but would you deliver the final blow?

Damian-

Damian- *deep annoyed inhale*

Damian- *Slowly, as if remembering difficult lines* I believe that context matters,

Batman-

Batman- Could you please answer the question, i have other volunteers waiting-

Damian- Excuse me?

Batman- I meant-

Batman- *Sigh* Tim wanted to volunteer for the interview just in case-

Damian- *Pushing table and standing up* OH REALLY?

Batman- *Painfully tight* Damian-

Damian- WELL YOU CAN TELL DRAKE THAT IF HE DOESN'T BACK OFF, I'M GOING TO HAVE TO GET BLOOD ON PENNYWORTH'S NICELY CLEANED CARPETS-

Batman- DAMIAN DON'T YOU DARE-

Damian- *Impassive stare*

Batman-

Damian-

Batman-

Damian- I'm going out.

Batman- WHERE-

Damian-

Damian- *Run's out*

Batman- WAIT-

Batman- *Following after* YOU'RE HIRED- DAMIAN YOU LITTLE- STOP!!!