#i love them i am very normal about them

[emmiechilelli]

THE GIRLS OF ALL TIME

[pumpkins-and-penguins]

correct response to your wife getting a nat 20 on the dice you got her

[indimiart]

hugs aren’t always the solution, especially after nightmares, and Nievan knows well that sometimes they can be too much. so he waits, and if a hug is what’s asked for, then he’s more than happy to give it. And if not? That’s okay, too.

[arrokett]

hello tumblr,,,,, idk how to use this app but uhhh here’s some of my art !!!!!

[grimtrespasser]

We are feeling machines that think

[forgotten-daydreamer]

Can we stop for a second and think about how, in s1, Dick tells Wally "I didn't want my best pal questioning my objectivity", only for Wally to remind him "Dude, that's what a best pal is for..."

And then, in s3, Will confronts Dick, and says "[I'm talking about] Your need for a Wally West substitute. [...] You needed someone who knows you. [...] I get it, you needed someone to give you a reality check, to keep you honest, to tell you what no one else will tell the boss."

Because despite Dick being so secretive, everyone, and I mean everyone knows the impact that Wally had on Dick. Even after Wally's death, which might I remind you is what definitely pushed Dick over the edge (taking a break from the life, hallucinating his dead best friend after saying he was alright, neglecting the kids he rescued, letting Wally's name slip, etc), nobody forgot what Wally meant to Dick.

In the YJ comics, you can even see Dick in tears at Wally's funeral. Dick, the reliable, strong-willed, military-trained one, lets himself cry in front of everyone else. Wally was Dick's only anchor to reality. Not Bruce, not the others, not even being Robin - just Wally. He kept Dick humble, grounded, even in s2 after their argument, which would've hurt less if neither the two of them nor the others were aware on their symbiotic bond.

Wally's trust in Dick's plan wavering for that moment is enough for Dick to actually question his own choices, to make him question his own grip on reality, the control he has over the situation - just for a moment, but the crushing doubt is there.

And, I say symbiotic, but I must admit that in YJ we don't really get to see Dick being supportive of Wally, not as much as we see Wally being supportive of Dick, but it's heavily implied anyway.

The chemistry between Wally and Dick is undeniable. Some ship them, some don't - but what I think everyone can agree on is that, were Wally to ever return, chaos would ensue, and Dick's control would inevitably slip.

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

The sweater says "collects comic books" and the face says "collects phone numbers"

The Guardian Weekend (2006)

Transcript:

Hi, I'm David-in-my-pants," says the very boyish, handsome 34-year-old striding towards me, arm extended, wearing, as promised, his underpants. Perhaps the train journey from London to Cardiff was worth it after all.

"I just don't have the courage of my convictions about my fashion decisions-I think I need some guidance there," he adds in his charming Scottish accent, his eyes all characteristically puppyish and pleading. Yes, the trip is definitely worth it so far.

This fashion insecurity is a bit surprising, though, seeing as it comes from David Tennant, the tenth and latest Dr Who (he's in Cardiff filming the newseries) and, according to the Pink Paper, "the sexiest man in the universe" (Tennant claimed, sweetly, that he was "somewhat surprised" by that accolade.)

When playing the title role in the BBC's widely acclaimed Casanova, Tennant wore flouncy blouses with aplomb; and his outfit for Dr Who English tweeds paired with scruffy Converse - has already received plaudits from the fashion press. "It's not a million miles from what I usually wear," he says, "so I now have to be careful if people see me out and about looking too much like Dr. Who, that would be pretty naff."

The Converse were inspired by Tennant himself - he's been devoted to the brand for more than 20 years - so when I tell him that David Cameron wears them, too, he reels back into the sofa, aghast "No!" he whispers. "You`ve just ruined them for me.

He insists that becoming a recognised face has not changed his style, but has made him more conscious that he shouldn't wear something more than once because people comment on it. This, naturally, means constant wardrobe updates, which rather goes against a Presbyterian upbringing "that would never permit any conspicuous consumption."

Tennant's teenage years were a swamp of fashion mistakes, he says, citing in particular a pink jumper that we wore for years until someone told him that it was, well, terrible. And at 15 he sported a paisley shirt, skinny tie and cropped jacket combo that "properly expressed myself" - unfortunately, his tracksuit-wearing peers disagreed and punched him in the face. "Yeah, that didn't work out too well."

He is, he says repeatedly, not a shopper. "I do that typical male thing of finding one thing and doing it to death, like Paul Smith suits." He recently discovered H&M, he adds, enunciating each of the letters carefully, as if tentatively speaking in a new language. "Plain T-shirts for only a tuppence."

Yet despite all of this he seems at ease during the shoot. He particularly likes a tan jumper, which prompts him to stroke his hands over his chest in a most distracting manner. "I love this - what is it?"

Burberry, comes the answer.

[arohuacheng]

what people don't get about hualian is that they're literally like. jock and alternative art student. xie lian lives like a frat boy (mattress on the floor and nothing else in his room, no standards for his own well-being, can't cook and ends up eating what could be classified as biohazards) and is really enthusiastic about fighting as a hobby. meanwhile hua cheng rocks up to the function in his cunty little outfits every day of the week, bells on his boots and the red eyeliner slayed, obviously has taste but is soooo in love with his boyfriend who only ever wears cargo shorts and the most fucked up questionable hoodies you've ever seen. hua cheng wants xie lian to have nice things but it's always like. "babe i promise it's no trouble can we please get you a bedframe??" nd xie lian is obviously so enamored with his cool alt boyfriend who wears skirts sometimes and never misses a beat on a bitchy comment that's just the way it is. basically if your hualian concept doesn't have hua cheng as the hot goth gf you just don't get it

[avadaniels]

Hawk and Tim + dominance and submission (part 5) Fellow Travelers (2023)

[sucharide]

anyway. them

[beybuniki]

Shipping as a term is so inextricably tied to fandom activities like that’s playing with action figures to me and doesn’t rlly have to do with a general reading of a manga

[quietwingsinthesky]

of ten’s companions, if the doctor couldn’t handle losing them and crossed his own timeline to trick them into traveling with future!him instead of past!him so that he’d have a little more time with them:

rose would do it. first because bless her but she has the situational awareness of a rock, and legitimately would not realize this isn’t her doctor until his facade starts to break down and he starts bleeding grief-laced love for her at every turn. but once she does realize it, she’s both deeply sympathetic and a little scared that she could make him into this. it’s a lot to be confronted with having that much power over someone, to break them so thoroughly. rose would try to get back to her doctor, but while she’s with the future version, she tries to do what she can to ease his pain. (she also tries to figure out a way to subvert her fate. she fails.)

i think martha would be harder to trick. she can smell desperation on the doctor like a bloodhound. she is so tapped into the fact that this man wants to off himself so bad and that she’s 90% of his self-restraint, so present her with a doctor who is lacking that and she’s onto him immediately. however, assuming he gets her to come with him, explains why he’s doing this, there’s like. a minute where she’s kind of. not flattered exactly, but surprised, giddy with the realization that he’d come back for a little more time with her, especially if this is early season 3 martha. which would all come crashing down around the time that he reveals that he wasn’t pushed to this by losing her to some tragedy or her death or anything- but that she chose to leave. that is the point at which martha goes ‘oh i need to get the fuck off of this tardis right now’ and ghosts the past!doctor that she was also traveling with because holy shit, man.

donna, like rose, is easily bamboozled into following the wrong doctor home, provided that he shuffles her along into his tardis too fast for her to argue. but she catches on far quicker than rose does. like, three minutes tops of watching the doctor move through the tardis in a way that’s definitely not enthusiastic piloting and looks more like guilty panic. and then she yells at him for lying to her. and she yells at him for kidnapping her. and then she stops yelling because he’s gone sort of still and quiet and his eyes are just broken. and he doesn’t explain himself, he confesses. donna is going to try to stay with him after this btw. because how do you go back to looking your best friend in the eyes when you know he’d take everything you’ve become away from you, even to save your life? and this is still the doctor, he still did that to her, but he regrets it. regrets it so much that he can’t live with it, he’s breaking time and space just to hear her say his name again. and donna doesn’t want to lose him anymore than he wanted to lose her.

[varpusvaras]

She had been biding her time. Waiting for an opportunity.

It had taken a lot longer than she would've liked. She was more tired now than she would've liked to be, her head was definitely hurting, same as her ears. Her nerves had been grating together for some time now, and she thought that she was ready to punch something. She couldn't, though, because any violence would impede her escape.

Finally, the moment came. One wrong move of a hand. A sharp cry, then another, and then she was left alone. She quickly looked around. There were no eyes on her at the moment, so she quickly stepped back and ducked under the arm of the droid walking past her, and then she was already at the side door. She slipped through it and then ran behind the cabinet. She knew she didn't have much time, but she also knew the pattern of everybody on that side as well. She also knew that some things had been running out in the hall, and there would be replenishes being brought any moment now.

There, servants carrying trays with quick steps. Leia waited until they were just past her, until she wouldn't be in their peripheral vision, and then slid out of her hiding spot, and quickly made her way to the stairs. She kept herself on the left side of them, to make sure that she wasn't visible to the gallery that was halfway down. After she was below it, she had to run the rest of the way down, so no one there would notice her if they looked over the railing.

She jumped over the last step and then ran behind one of the gallery pillars. She didn't stay there long, either, just to check her time. In five minutes, they would serve some hot drinks. Leia was going to miss those a bit, but sacrifices had to be made. She checked her pockets as well, to make sure her spoils were still there.

Then, after one last check of her surroundings, she made her way across the hall and to the next door. She ran through the hallway behind it, and finally made it to the private rooms of the Palace.

It was a lot easier to make her way through their living rooms, compared to the State Rooms. There were a lot less servants there, and she knew all the best hiding spots, if anyone happened to come across her. Then she was already at their bedrooms.

Leia checked her parents' first. He was not there, so that meant that he was most likely in the drawing room at the south side, since it got a lot of sunlight this time of day. She checked her time again. She only had a couple of minutes before the next serving, but it would take some time before anyone would come looking for her here. They would come, though, because they all knew she would be here. But maybe Mama and Papa would give them a moment. Leia already knew that Buir at least wouldn't be messaging them right away.

The door to the drawing room gave a little creak as it opened. Mama always said something about having to get it fixed, but she never did. Papa had explained that it just gave the rooms some character, to have little imperfections. Leia suspected it was so anyone in the room would definitely hear if someone came in.

Buir did, at least. He lifted his head from the book he had been reading even before the door had opened all the way, his eyes locking onto Leia.

"The party is not over yet", he said. It was more of a statement, with no scolding hidden into the words. It was like he had known this would happen, and perhaps he had, as this was not the first time Leia had done this.

Leia didn't answer anything. She just ran across the room to him, and all but collapsed against his legs. He had a light blanket on top of them, as even with the sunlight, the winter days were still chilly, and Leia grabbed the fabric with both of her fists.

She heard Buir put the book away, and then there was a hand at the back of her head, gently brushing her hair.

"What is it?" Buir asked softly. "Leili'ika?"

"I missed you", Leia mumbled against the blanket.

"I missed you too", Buir said. "I'm sure others will be missing you as well, though."

"I already spent time with them there", Leia said, grabbing the blanket tighter. "I wanted to spend time with you, since you're not there."

"I see", Buir said. "Those parties just aren't for me, you know?"

"I know", Leia said. "But you should also be there with us."

So they would have the whole family there, like it should be.

Buir sighed.

"I know", he said. "I wished things would be so easy. But I'm also a bit tired today. The cold is really not agreeing with me, so I wouldn't have enjoyed it for too long either. Especially since there are some faces there I know from my last job. They would've sucked all my will to live out of me in minutes."

Leia couldn't quite bit back a snort. She did feel better, already. Buir just had that effect on her. Of course Mama and Papa did, as well, but Mama and Papa were too busy to handle all those people at the moment.

"I would've punched them in the face", Leia said.

"I know you would've, you've gotten pretty good with your hits lately", Buir said. "You're missing the hot drinks, you know?"

"I know", Leia said. "But we're having some with you too later, right? I can have them then. I wanna sit here with you and have the fire on and look at the mountains and have drinks with you."

She finally lifted her head up to look at Buir, trying to make her eyes as big as possible. It was a weakness of his, and she knew it.

Buir looked at her for a moment, before he sighed again.

"We can have them together later", he said, and smiled a bit. "Whatever am I going to do with you?"

"You can share some finger sweets with me?" Leia offered. She quickly fished the bundles she had made out of napkins out of her pockets. "I picked out all your favorite ones."

Buir laughed.

"You really know your way to your old man's heart, don't you?" He asked.

"Of course I know", Leia smiled. "I am your heart."

"That you are", Buir said, picking out a dusted warmwood nougat. "My little heart."

Leia climbed at the chair next to him, and they sat there in silence for a moment, her leaning against his side, both eating the little sweets. Leia looked at the old chrono on the wall. It was taking everyone a lot of time today to come looking for her, it seemed. She hadn't thought her cousin spilling all his juice drink on his older brother's lap had been that good of a diversion, if she was being completely honest.

"Leili'ika", Buir said. Leia turned to look at him. "I can see that something is bothering you, you know?"

Leia pouted.

"Nothing is bothering me", she said, snuggling closer to him. "I just wanted to see you." That was true, too.

"I believe you", Buir said. "But I also know you. What is it?"

Leia turned to stare at her knees. Buir gave her a long moment.

"Leia-"

"They all look at me", she blurted out. "They all look at me and they know I don't look like Mama and Papa. They all look at me like they're trying to figure me out, like I'm not- like I'm not- like I don't belong here, and I know I don't already, and-"

She sniffed, and angrily wiped her eyes into her sleeve before anything could even gather to them. She was supposed to be over all of this already!

"- and Niano looks more like Papa than I do and he knows it and he knows I know it", she finished. "He keeps rubbing it in all the time. I already know I'm not a real Organa, why does he need to remind me that I'm not a real Prestor either?"

Buir was quiet for a bit after she had finished.

"I'm going to have a word with Celly after", he said. "And before you even think about it, you are not tattling. He is being needlessly rude and cruel to you in a way that I do not appreciate, and I know Bail and Breha and your aunt don't either."

He put his arm around her and held her closer.

"Is that why you came here?" He asked.

Leia nodded.

"I know I don't belong there", she mumbled.

Buir was quiet again for a moment.

"Am I not a real Organa?" He asked.

Leia whipped her head around.

"What?" She asked.

"Am I not a real Organa?" Buir repeated. "Or is your Papa not a real Organa, neither? Neither of us were born with that name. I was born with no name at all."

"Of course you are!" Leia didn't understand what he was talking about. "Of course you are an Organa. You're part of the family, just like-"

"Just like you, yes", Buir nodded. "What makes us an Organa is that we are a family. Blood is not the most important ingredient in the family. I was created from the blood of Jango Fett. Is he my family? The man who called me cattle and cannon fodder? Does me sharing my face with him make me a Fett as well?"

Leia shook her head.

"No", she answered, immediately.

"So, your cousin looking more like your Papa's side of the family does not mean anything either", Buir said. "He can pretend it does, but the only thing him insisting so does is make both him and other people around him miserable, and I don't think that should mean more than how happy you make us. How happy we all make each other."

He looked Leia in the eyes. The sunlight coming from the windows beside them made them look partially golden. Leia had always loved how they looked in the sun.

Wasn't that it?

She pressed her face against her Buir's side.

Yes, it was.

[moeblob]

"What's cookin', good lookin'?"

AKA I love how unhinged both Alfred and Bunet are and I want to study their brains.

[taogura]

thinking about all the cuddles natsu and lucy share every single night and then just. no actually they’d never leave happy on his own. so yeah thinking about natsu lucy and happy cuddling in lucy’s super nice and comfortable bed and being incredibly sad because they’re such a pretty little family and i adore them and please i need all the nalu+happy content ever created and eat it like a starving victorian child

[skitskatdacat63]

Vettonso x Similar Helmets

SV Germany 2012 x FA Monaco 2013: Gold & Dark Red

I think a lot about Vettonso and their mutual relationship witn gold. They're both golden boys, they're both seen lit gold by the sunshine on many podiums throughout the years, both have worn golden boots, and as you can see here: both have worn golden helmets. The parallels in these particular helmets makes me feel insane. Both are: gold with dark red accents, both have their birthplace's coat of arms(Bergstraße and Asturias), both have team animal motifs, and both have symbols to represent their two championships(You by now know the signifigance of the ones on Fernando's helmet, but I think the ones on Seb's are actually a callback to his Formula BMW days when he used to put the smiley stickers on his car for every win.)

And did you know both of these helmets were designed by the same helmet design company? Yep, both of these are JMD helmets. I know JMD helmets are/were pretty popular, but still, there's something to me about Fernando commissioning the same designer that Seb has been using since he was a literal child. Parallels, am I right?

SV Japan 2010 x FA Japan 2023: White with Black & Red

Haha I remember @protocolseben and I discussing this a bit back in September when Fernando's helmet dropped. I honestly think Seb is such an innovator and trailblazer in terms of helmet design, and you can see his influence in helmet design as recently as this past season. I'm not sure if he was the first ever driver to don a matte white helmet with red accents as a representation of the Japanese flag, but it certainly envoked him in my mind when I saw Fernando's!!

I think Fernando's is pretty similar to all of Seb's 2010-2012 Japan helmets but I like this one the most so! I think if Seb wasn't restrained by the Red Bull logo, he def wouldv'e put the red circle where Nando put his so I think Fernando did a really good job, even if unintentionally, at emulating Seb's sense of design.

SV Singapore 2012 x FA Singapore 2012: Sparkly!

Like I said in the one above, it's crazy how much Seb influenced helmet design. He was pretty much the pioneer of sparkly helmets for Singapore, right? It drives me absolutely insane that there's actually pictures of them together in such similar designed helmets. It's kinda funny actually that even though they're pretty deep in the championship fight at this point, and Seb just got one up on Fernando; Fernando is wearing a helmet that is a direct influence from Seb!!! Is that not insane???

Also, Fernando trying to be camp with trying the now in vogue sparkly Singapore helmet, and Seb accidentally completely blew him out of the water with his outrageous light up LED constellation helmet. But god yeah....to have pics of them in matching helmets from this era particuarly makes me emotional ;;;

SV Hungary 2021 x FA 2022: Pink with Dark Blue

I really could've picked any of Seb's 2021 helmets, but I thought this one matched the best with Fernando's main 2021 helmet(with the color pallet.) Also one thing, it's crazy how much control BWT has as a sponsor, I don't think I've ever seen another sponsor go so hard at having a chokehold on individuality. I like that we got pink liveries and pink helmets, but I don't think they should have that much control.

I'm almost kinda sad there wasn't any Miami GP in 2021, because I think that was the only unique helmet Fernando had in 2022. But these match pretty well! Pretty in pink!! It's crazy that their parallels in the 2020s are ongoing even before Fernando actually takes over Seb's seat. Thanks BWT I guess?

SV Abu Dhabi 2022 x FA Abu Dhabi 2022: Fernando's Seb Tribute Helmet

AND HERE WE HAVE THE PIÈCE DE RÉSISTANCE!!! The ultimate conclusion, it literally couldn't get better than this!! This is still unbelievable, like how is this an actual thing that happened!? Fernando intentionally branding his helmet, the only symbol of individuality in F1, with his rival's flag colors, HIS FLAG!!!!! Not to mention the literal "Vettono Best Moments" collage he posted alongside it....and the hand-holding....and everything that happened with them at Abu Dhabi 2022....

But god, after years of incidentally making parallel helmet designs, Fernando decided to officially tie the knot of the red string of fate, and make a helmet directly referencing Seb's. I think it's funny because as I said with two of the previously mentioned ones, those Fernando designs are pretty much inspired by Seb's, and here he is openly making one directly inspired by Seb. I don't really have words for how this actually makes me feel because it's just. Yeah. The most open and clear declaration of love and respect and admiration one could ever make. TO ME.