#i don't care

[queenofthenorths]

if someone wanted to send me a lil link i wouldn't say no

[mathelaw]

You know that part where hobbits theorize the Tooks had fae blood? Or than somewhere down the line one of them fucked an Elf? I choose to believe this is true

[waywardsunlight]

Dadmode

[raytorocal]

Ray day Ray day Ray day

[vaspider]

Edit: REBLOGS ARE OFF FOR THIS POST 'CAUSE Y'ALL CAN'T RESPECT A SIMPLE "PUT YOUR CRITICISMS ELSEWHERE" REQUEST. Fuck's sake.

Look, y'all. I keep seeing people talking about how few episodes there are of Netflix's ATLA vs the animated ATLA, saying they 'crammed' things in to eight episodes vs 20, and it's annoying the shit out of me, so here's some math:

Each episode of ATLA's animated version is 23 minutes long. Every episode of the Netflix series is at least 50 minutes long.

The full runtime of the Netflix s1 Avatar is 7 hours, 9 minutes. The full runtime of ATLA animated s1 is 7 hours 40 minutes. So Netflix's ATLA is ... a little shorter, but the difference between the two in actual runtime is 31 minutes.

31 minutes is not small -- it's basically "what if they took your lunch break out of your work day" -- but it's also ... not THAT big of a difference.

There are plenty of other things to criticize, I'm sure -- DON'T SAY THEM ON THIS POST, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT AND I HAVEN'T FINISHED THE SHOW YET -- but the difference in actual runtime between the two shows is actually not that much.

[ailithnight]

Okay, so, Brain Dead rejected soulmate AU but Danny is the one who rejected Tim.

Let's say in this world that there are many types of soul bonds.

You've got your standard and fairly common First Words and Skin Art.

Then you've got less common things like Shared Dreams, Colorblind Until You Meet, and Red String.

And then you've got the very rare Telepathic Bond and Empathic Bond.

Finally, there's the ultra rare, one in a million, Shared Pain* soul bonds. It helps that the flip side of this particular bond means Shared Comforts**, but still, it is not the kind of bond people hope for.

Naturally, Fenton luck dictates that this is what Danny (and by extension, his soulmate) gets stuck with.

And at first it's fine. Like, bumps and scrapes happen but it's no big deal. Then the bullying starts and Danny feels a bit guilty that his soulmate has to deal with it by proxy.

But, Danny learns how to minimize damage. And the way Danny can feel his soulmate gentle nursing the pains when he can't, indulging in extra comforts for the both of them, makes Danny think that maybe it's okay.

After all, if it was really to much, Danny's soulmate would have already rejected him.

And when Danny's soulmate starts getting a bit more roughed up when they're 13, naturally Danny returns the favor; never wishing to sever the bond, only wishing he could prevent the pain all together.

Then Danny turns 14.

Then Danny dies. But survives.

He cries that night, his soulmate desperately trying to push comfort through their bond while all Danny can think about is how he shouldn't have gone in that portal. He shouldn't have been so reckless. He should have PROTECTED them.

And to top it all off, suddenly he's not just Dash's personal punching bag. No, there's a whole host of ghostly rogues that like to come bother Danny. And maybe it was still okay when it was just ectopusses or Lunch Lady or Boxy.

But as more and more powerful ghosts come through, as the fights get harder and Danny takes more damage, the guilt over what he's subjecting his soulmate to eats at him.

And after Danny meets Vlad, the first enemy he faces that he really can't beat, he makes the decision. This isn't going to end. These fights, these pains...

Someday he's going to face an enemy that is going to grind him into the dirt. That's going to kill him again, probably slowly and unpleasantly, and Danny already subjected his soulmate to one death, he refuses to put him through another.

So Danny mentally reaches deep inside himself, real hands placing themselves above his heart.

Feeling around for the source of that gentle warmth his soulmate is pushing through their bond.

He finds it, grasping with imaginary hands while his real ones clench the fabric of his shirt.

Feels the way the warmth stutters. The sharp jolt of pain on his elbow as his soulmate probably knocks it when he realizes what Danny is doing.

Danny pays it no mind. He holds the bond between then tightly; tears welling up in his eyes as phantom arms wrap around himself, his soulmate's desperate plea for Danny not to do what he's about to.

Danny yanks, physical hands all but tearing the shirt off his chest as mental ones rip the bond from his and his soulmate's hearts.

The last pain they'll ever share comes crashing into him, the distinct Rejection scar crackling across his chest not unlike the Lichtenburg on his arm.

It hurts, but less than dying had.

Then the pain is gone. Or rather, that pain is gone.

The dull aches from the fight with Plasmius throb and a part Danny finds himself missing the soothing comforts his soulmate had provided him, emptiness filling the space they used to occupy.

But another part of Danny, the part that is more ghost than human, swells with pride knowing he has protected his soulmate from Danny's own inevitable fate.

As Danny inspects Rejection spidering out from his heart, a strange hollow giddiness settles in his stomach. It makes him giggle.

His brain notes that if Dash ever sees this, he'll assume he finally succeeded in making Danny's soulmate reject him.

Danny giggles harder.

Not that Danny will correct him. Or his friends or his sister when they find out for that matter. They worry enough about him as is. They don't need to know just how far Danny is willing to go to protect the people he loves.

He's stifling laughter now, trying not to wake the neighbors.

Sitting alone on the roof of Fentonworks at 3 in the morning, Danny laughs until he sobs, then laughs and sobs until he can't breathe, then laughs and sobs and struggles to breathe until a light blue mist comes gasping past he lips.

His hysterics taper of and he lets the now familiar cold feeling of his ghost form spread across his body, pausing only for a second when he notices the new spiderwebbing across the chest of his hazmat suit, just a shade darker than the rest of the black material.

Oh well. It's not too noticeable and if some sees it he can just pretend it was always there. Just like he's going to pretend the emptiness in his heart was always there. Where it belongs.

~~~

Tim is at the Bat Computer desperately searching for any kind of clue who and where his soulmate is.

Of course, Tim had searched before, been searching basically since grade school when it became clear his soulmate was dealing with either bullying or an abusive home.

But Tim's efforts had tripled lately. Ever since that fateful day 4 months ago when he'd practically had a seizure in the middle of family dinner.

It had felt like he was dying, the echos of electric shocks up his arm and into his heart coming through his soul bonds. Followed soon after by the sense of something terrifying and foreign opening up in his chest and forcing its way into every molecule of his body.

Tim is pretty sure he screamed.

It was several minutes before the sensations ended and a strange coldness filled his being. For a minute, Tim was terrified his soulmate had died, until the cold retreated to a place just beside his heart and phantom hands could be felt trying to comfort and soothe.

At the time, Tim thought that would be that. Some kind of terrible accident. A story his soulmate would tell him when they finally found each other.

But that wasn't that.

It started with that strange coldness never leaving the space beside his heart. Then sometimes the coldness would spread, filling his whole body for brief periods of time. Then those periods of time started to come with some kind of pain. A scrape, a bruise, sore muscles.

The kind of injuries Tim got on patrol as Robin.

Which was something he'd not been allowed to do near as much since the aftermath of that dinner when Bruce had learned what kind soul bond Tim had.

"Tim, you can't keep throwing yourself into the line of fire. It's bad enough when you get hurt, but for your soulmate to have to suffer too?"

Stupid Bruce and his stupid rules. Tim and his soulmate had been fine before, thank you very much. And it wasn't Robin that got struck by lightning or something. Tim really isn't sure what kind of accident would result in the things he had felt that night, but electrocution is at least part of it.

But since then, Tim's soulmate had been getting more and more injuries at any and all hours of the day. If Tim had been worried before distressed now. Something had happened and now Tim's soulmate who was already dealing with something before now seemed to be in constant danger. Tim needs to find them, needs to help them, make them safe.

He doesn't look, doesn't take his eyes off the news articles on the screen as a presence appears behind him. No 2 presences. And the elevator dings bringing a third. But Tim keeps scanning articles, looking for some clue about a kid getting electrocuted and a town gaining a young vigilante shortly after.

A heavy hand lands on his shoulder, gravelly voice speaking in gentle tones. "It's almost 4am son." Tim doesn't respond. Bruce sighs and spins the chair around. Dick and Alfred are both there looking concerned and stern respectively. "It's bed time."

"My soulmate is in trouble. They're not safe. I need to find them. And you're worried about my bed time?"

"You need some sleep, Master Tim. You won't know you've found anything if you're to tired to see straight." Bruce nods and Dick puts on his best big brother face.

"Get some rest, Tim. We can keep looking later."

Tim opens his mouth to argue, but pauses at the strange tugging sensation in his heart. He briefly wonders what trouble his soulmate is in now before he realizes what the almost feeling of hands on his soul bond means.

He gasps and jerks in the chair, knocking his elbow on the arm rest and the warm blanket he'd cocooned himself in to send comfort back to his soulmate off his shoulders.

Even Alfred's expression turns concerned when Tim wraps his arms around himself, trying to convey along the soul bond his plea for his soul mate not to do this.

"Tim?" Tim isn't sure which family member speaks. Can't focus on it as his soulmate yanks on the bond, ripping it and the strange comfortable coldness out.

Tim cries out, three sets of hands immediately moving in to comfort him. Sight and sound turn to static as Rejection burns across his chest not unlike the electrocution had crawled up his arm four months ago.

Then the pain vanishes.

And Tim looks up at Bruce, knows he's got tears rolling down his face, searching pitifully for a father's comfort.

"They Rejected me."

Bruce startles, but quickly stoops down to wrap Tim in a hug and Dick lays a comforting hand on Tim's head and Alfred retreats probably to make something comforting and Tim cries at the emptiness where the bond should be and the now too warm spot beside his heart.

And yet, deep in his mind where gears are still turning, Tim resolves to still find his soulmate, even without the bond, if only to ask them why.

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This was supposed to be a prompt, maybe a premise, but I got carried away.

So now y'all can have this piece of pain I have no intention of continuing. Enjoy!

And since I don't plan on continuing, if some else wants to run with it, have at and have fun!

*Shared Pain in this AU just means soulmates feel the pain, not that they recieve the injuries. So if a soulmate breaks an arm, the other will feel the break, but their arm will be physically fine.

**Shared Comforts meaning that soulmates also share good feelings. So if one person is all wrapped up comfy cozy in a nice thick blanket, the other also feels that warmth. But like with the pain, it's a phantom feeling. Won't keep the soulmate not bundled up from hypothermia.

[errantnight]

Seeing a lot of post and comments, and so many angry fights in youtube comments in particular, about the cloud/tifa/aerith love triangle bullshit and like...

Everyone knows I clearly don't have a dog in that particular race but I honestly believe that Cloud is way too traumatized and dealing with that to have even a shadow of a healthy relationship with anyone right now and there is no possible way of getting to that point until everything is finished in the last game and he remembers who he really is.

Like he's so HURT. He is DAMAGED.

Zack isn't just confused by Biggs calling Cloud a badass, it's the attitude Biggs describes that is so very different than the Cloud he is intimately familiar with. Cloud's personality right now is an amalgamation of Zack and what he thinks a cool mature SOLDIER should be with a thin layer of 'jaded mercenary in a 90s tv show' slapped on for good measure.

Even if other characters find him attractive personality-wise as he is, and not just his good looks, I think that would end up being a big problem after he gets his memory back because that would end with him being a different person than they fell for. I really hope that there is a significant change in Cloud's body language and general mannerisms and maybe even personality.

This is not the sweet and shy Cloud Strife in Crisis Core, this is a man broken by torture and loss and grief who can't face any of that and add in the Mako poisoning + traumatic amnesia and he's practically unrecognizable.

I want Cloud to be happy, I don't really care if he ends up with any of the characters 'canonically' - I just want him to be happy and whole and to MAKE IT. I want to see him really openly smile.

Cloud smiles a lot more in Rebirth, but they're usually small tucked away things. He never looks someone in the eye and smiles.... unless he's possessed. And then he's smirking and smiling all over the place. He even smiles WITH TEETH in the Gongaga Reactor when he's slaughtering troopers using Sephiroth's fighting style. He looks so happy and confident and it looks SO alien.

Even when he was messing up his memories with Zack's in the opening that smile didn't look like his. It reminded me of modded games where someone else's body is overlaid with another characters and the expressions just don't quite match up...

I want to see him at ease and happy and if he ends up with someone and is happy then I'll be happy for him. I just.... don't see it happening in the next game unless there's an epilogue and it's been a bit.

[wastefulreverie]

girl wake up im writing a no one knows au sequel

“Danny, one of these days you have to tell us what’s up,” Sam said. “You can’t stretch yourself thin like this forever. Whatever your secret life has you doing.” “I don’t have a secret life.” Which is exactly what someone who had a secret life would say, but Danny obviously evaded this with the loophole that was being dead. His secret half-life was also none of their business.

[froggyteehee]

i don't care that they gave Gambit a beautiful sendoff. I don't care that his death was a heroic sacrifice and a masterpiece. I don't care that it fits into the plot perfectly.

That 2D fake man meant more to me than most people. I'm still in tears. I feel like I'm in physical pain. I actually think I hate life rn

[musicalfilm]

judy garland in in the good old summertime (1949)

[mundaniel]

thinking about that post which talks about how people don't understand tumblr culture because the way that people on tumblr engage with media is active and participatory as opposed to merely consumptive

like...the first reaction of tumblr phannies to the dapc video is yes "omg they touched" but also art and theories and film analysis and edits and essays and fanfiction and maybe a whole-ass magazine

i love this website i love this website and i love all of you!! we play together we have fun together we make and take apart and make again together

[khaopybara]

There are no more than 2 functioning braincells in this trio.

episode 1 of 23 POINT 5

[sunhatllama]

If you couldn't tell, my package finally arrived

[bloodypeachblog]

Alastor - As The World Caves In

AKA: When Heaven decides to nuke all of Hell and this is Alastor's final broadcast

Who is he singing about? You decide!

Taglist: @omniuravity @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @neonvehk @moths-and-mantids

[parachutingkitten]

If you read Dragons Rising as each of ninja going to college and living on their own for the first time, it actually tracks quite well.

Lloyd and Kai are struggling a bit on their own, but become much more energized, and even community leaders when they have a single piece of their old support structure to lean on. They NEEDED to room with one of their high school friends in order to thrive.

Nya toughs the whole thing out no problem, probably majors in something insanely stressful and time consuming, but she gets through it alone just fine.

Zane shuts down, and makes sure he understands absolutely everything before interacting with anything new. Insane amount of prep work and research before moving out. But once he's informed, he handles the situation really well. His one weakness is that he really misses his high school gf. He's now pretty sure she was the one.

Cole is perfectly fine finding an all new support system wherever you throw him. He's honestly more focused on making sure other people feel welcome than worrying about himself.

Jay has regressed into doing the absolute bare minimum of everything now that there's no one telling him not to play video games all day.

[incorrectquotesconaisseur]

this picture is truly the meaning of bi panic bc WDYM MICHELLE GOMEZ ALL DISHEVELLED YET HER OUTFIT IS STILL ON POINT?????????? WDYM JOHN SIMM IN EYELINER???????????????.