#headcanon explained

[ladysternchen]

So Lúthien would certainly have been a very curious, inquisitive baby (y’know, the ‘I’m soooo freaking tired but won’t sleep because missing things’-kind) and getting her to sleep was... challenging. The concept of a body that needed sleep was still not altogether familiar to Melian when her daughter was born, so getting her to sleep at ‘night’ (obviously, there was no night because there was no day, but even the Sindar/Eglath would still roughly have followed the rhythm of the trees, just by feeling/ because this was a rhythm Melian lived) would have been Elu’s part. And I have this vivid image in my head of him carrying Lúthien to sleep, walking through the camp of his court (as this was obviously long before Menegroth was build), singing to her, and the others would pick up the lullaby, making it all their evening-song. 

[peecyjacksoo]

oh, don't mind me. Just thinking about how Percy canonically used nature magic even though that shouldn't have been possible for a normal demigod. (in the lightning thief on gabe, I swear)

oh don't mind me, i'm just thinking about how Sally seems to get younger when she's near the sea and her eyes change colors as well.

oh don't mind me, i'm just thinking about how Percy described the sea nymph his father sent to talk to him as looking exactly like his mother.

oh don't mind me, i'm just thinking about how Percy is part sea nymph and nobody fucking noticed.

EDIT: no I don't think sally is a full blooded sea nymph I still think she is more human than mythological creature. I just think it might explain a few things

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[technically-human]

What if I stayed here for a bit with you, instead?

[artkaninchenbau]

People keep on asking for more Baby Robin and Papadile so here is more Baby Robin and Papadile. Now never ask anything from me ever again

[thy-valhallen]

Cass, pointing at Jason: we're twins

Tim:

Jason: *6'3" 200 lbs of Latino rage and muscle*

Cass: *5'1" 120 lbs of Chinese murder and love*

Tim:

Tim: you're just not

Cass, patting his shoulder: it's okay. easy mistake. we're fraternal twins

Jason, holding up a gun: yep. twins.

Tim: ... good for you

Cass: :D

[cthulhum]

does anyone realize how crazy it is to have the actor of a mostly headcanoned queer ship say the fans were never crazy and they were right all along after 10+ years of everyone just absolutely going nuts over the said queerbaited ship

[allthegothihopgirls]

when the batboys get broken bones or other things that can't be fixed in the batcave, and have to go to an actual hospital, they make up the most outlandish sounding excuses for their injuries:

dick (with a broken leg): "well you see, i was actually trying to jump over a river on a pair of rollerskates"

jason (with broken ribs): "i was volunteering at the zoo... feeding the alligators. i fell backwards with the meat in my hands, and one pounced on me. funny how much damage they can do."

tim (with the worst concussion man has ever seen): "oh that? i was walking outside.. and my brothers were playing basketball on the top floor of the house, and one of them accidentally threw the ball out the window, and it landed on my head"

(bruce hears that one and has to reconsider whether or not the version of the story tim told him (getting hit by condiment king's mustard launcher) was the truth or not)

damian (with fingers twisted in every direction): "i play the piano... very violently"

[bunnieswithknives]

As much as I love angst I think it would be funny if he just didnt give af

[they-them-pussy]

new metric for media literacy for film bros is if they understand the barbie movie.

the kens are first presented as accessories to their barbies and it's pointed out loud that they don't even have places to stay in barbieland. one of the barbies straight up asks "wait, where do the kens stay?". they're just arm candy made to look pretty and cool while the barbies run their world.

but that's fucked up!!! the film presents it as fucked up! that's why ken screams "YOU FAILED ME!" and why he is insecure in the first place because he wanted to be respected and seen as a person, not someone who only exists in relation to someone else. should he have done what he did? no!!! that's why it's part of the conflict! the root of both of their breakdowns was in their society in that the barbies are supposed to be perfect and the kens exist in relation to them! it's barbie and ken. he was a footnote. that's why barbie apologizes to him in the end and tells him he can be himself. she doesn't have to exist by some set of rules and neither does he! it's barbie and it's ken! sure, the resolution to the whole barbieland issue wasn't perfect, BUT KEN'S WHOLE ARC IS ABOUT HOW THEIR WORLD FAILED MEN. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS MOVIE WAS 'WOMEN GOOD MAN BAD'. WHAT ABOUT THE NUANCE

[kawareo]

We all know and agree on autistic rizz Gale, yes, but have you considered, autistic rizz Lae'zel. In this essay i will

[ladysternchen]

Headcanon explained/ character study- Elu Thingol, part 6

Sooo… let’s talk about Elu’s relationship with Lúthien

Elu had always been the most comfortable around younger children, even in his earliest youth. Interacting with them was something that actually came naturally to him, in contrast to interaction with adults. He was well beloved by all the children of his tribe, for he took the time to listen to them, and as he had grown up among many cousins, he knew perfectly well that not all needed to be known by parents. He had ever loved being the mentor, the one everyone confided in, and one admired, but never feared. That did not change as he grew up, and indeed many of those that had stayed with him were those who had gathered already around him as children. For the first millennia of his rule, he could indeed pretend without too much effort that this was all there was to being king.  That was when he was happiest, especially after Lúthien was born. 

He had always known that he wanted children himself, and that didn’t change when he married Melian, though he was prepared to let that desire go in her favour, not thinking it possible at first. Melian knew his mind though, and they talked a lot about trying, and finally he succeeded and coaxed her into agreeing to just give it a go. Not that she didn’t want to, quite the contrary, but she was terrified- terrified of what might happen to Elu if they tried, terrified the very act of begetting their child might kill him.

(Ok, for those who are unfamiliar with the laws and customs among the Eldar- elvish fathers take a great share in bringing their children into being. Of course, for Elu, that meant siring a child that was so much more powerful than he, that would be half-Ainu after all. Sure, physically, Melian was an elf, but this isn’t about the body, this is about the Fëar involved- and I think we can agree that in that respect, Lúthien was clearly not only an elf).

Elu outright laughed about Melian’s concern. Not because he wasn’t listening to what she said, but because with the last remainder of his boyhood-spirits he found the idea hilarious (boys will always be boys, won’t they? Regardless the race). Nonetheless, he had to admit that Melian probably had a point before long. Siring Lúthien almost cost him his life, and it was only by the strength of Melian’s love for him that he was saved. 

He never ever regretted it, and would not have had it truly been his ticket to Mandos. But still begetting his child changed him forever. Much of his strength, both physical and mental, he had poured into the coming into being of his daughter. It left him not only tiring easily but also very sensitive to noise and light, which often made him incapable of staying at the heart of feasts or other gatherings. The Eglath (and later the Iathrim) got used to this delicacy of their king and over time, he himself learned to conceal it, and so Lúthien never knew that anything was amiss at all, she just took this to be how her father was.

Elu Thingol loved Lúthien with all his heart from the very moment she came into being, and if it was possible for anything to fasten his love for Melian even more, it was their child. He supported her through every insecurity of her pregnancy, leant the strength he had to her when she needed it just like any other elvish father would do, and later he was the only one Melian wanted around her when her time came. He danced with her through labour and held her when she could no longer withstand the pain, and it was he into whose hands Lúthien was born, and who placed their newborn in her mother’s arms. Elu rejoiced in having a daughter more than was probably seemly for a king, but as he had known early on that she would remain their only child, he had desperately hoped for a girl- given that with Elmo, he had in effect raised a boy already and he was eager to know how a girl would be different. 

He would sometimes lie awake at night and content himself with just watching Melian sleep, and Lúthien snuggled between them, his girls, his everything, and it was there that he first felt that he had to protect them. Much mightier than he Melian may be, but in this, in being a parent, he was the more experienced, and be it only by the ways of his race.

In return, Lúthien was a complete daddy’s girl from the start. Melian was quite glad about that, especially as Lúthien outgrew the new-baby-phase. It was her joy to watch Elu teach all the games and customs of the Eldar to their child, something Melian simply couldn’t have done. Melian on the other hand was the one to find Lúthien’s mischief-making much more hilarious, and as Elu never could resist her laughter, he laughed at Lúthien’s antics, too. But really, all three of them were very close, and IF Lúthien condescended to sleep without being carried around, she would do so only snuggled between both her parents. 

Lúthien remained close emotionally to her parents also in adulthood, and somehow, in Elu’s mind, she remained his little girl, though he did not necessarily underestimate her power. No, it was simply that there was no reason for Lúthien to “grow up”, and so she didn’t- until she did, and given that Elu was not one to adapt easily to change, that became his ultimate downfall. 

[thegoldenappleofdiscord]

i love that canon nico's appearance is described as unnerving. percy says he has a glint in his eyes that makes you think he's either a genius or a madman. people comment about how his presence is eerie and how he just seems to show up, like a specter. his smile is said to be more unsettling than his scowl. pretty privilege nico is a fun hc but i just love the idea that he looks like some eldritch being at his worst and a sopping run-over black cat at his best.

[gen-toon]

[pmpwbrrs]

Gourmand why are you like this. How can you make living things out of the blue fruit you ate 3 minutes ago. How do you make a living breathing fucking snail? You can't even eat it, and yet you can spit it out, how the hell does that work? Put that thing back!!! Why is it alive??

And how can you make a goddamn neuron from an overseer and. What was this.... Hold on

AND KARMA FLOWER. And how can you make an overseer from neuron+ANYTHING!!!!! FROM ANYTHING!!!!!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!!

[mumblesplash]

part 2!!!! [read part one here]

transcript below the cut arranged into stanzas to help show where the rhymes are:

“that’s why they brought gem in? as a failsafe?” as a pawn. we were told to point her at whoever we need gone

“gem won’t hurt her allies. …yet.” the curse she carries will it’s had its eye on her since she lost the other eye she was specially selected for her hunting skill it’s quite the high honor. “wow. how generous.” we try

think about it: why does almost no one fight the curse? “given how fast scott killed skizz last season, i can guess.” [“any pain you spare your friends, you’ll have to suffer worse”?] it’s designed to shut down higher reasoning with stress