#im not taking it back

[eveningserenityyy]

I wholeheartedly disagree with the idea that padme would, in any way, be a bad mother. Padme, the women with so much compassion, who puts others before herself, who has dedicated her whole life to the better of others, would not be a bad mother. She was excited! Excited to start raising her kids on her home world! And in regards to her holding resentment towards the twins because of how they would hold her back from her career? She knew what she was getting into. She is a dedicated and intelligent women who knows just what she is fucking doing, she knows what motherhood entails, and what she is meant to sacrifice and she was willing! She adored her children before she could meet them. and it would be hard for her to step down from her career when she needs to, yes, especially knowing she is the only one in the senate who cares, but that doesn’t equal a bad mother who cares more about her career than her kids. She would still be fighting for a good cause, even on the sidelines. It doesn’t mean giving up, she would simply shift her attentions to what is most important to her. Do you really think padme wouldn’t persevere ? She’s a stubborn and dedicated woman, she would want her children to be involved in such matters as well (to a point, of course).

If padme could give whole speeches to sway a senate gathering, she could comfort her damn kids any way she possibly could when they’re sad. She would teach them lessons, teach them how to be good people, and how to stand up for themselves and others. If anything, that’s what the original trilogy teaches! They would grow up to be the core of who they are thanks to padme. A little different, sure, but their core values stay the same. She would love them with all her heart. She wouldn’t be perfect, but she would give them everything she has.

[voltstone]

i cannot believe tfs had us choose a coilhead or a slinky to be clementine's love interest.

that is all.

[beholdthemem]

My fellow bitches under 5'5. Whatever the money, do not take a job working at a middle school. A fellow adult tried to put me in detention last month and would NOT give up until I showed her my badge proving Yes, The School Hired Me To Work Here. It's not meant for people our height.

[hinamie]

newest issue of first years fashion just dropped

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[proxythe]

as long as ur my partner in time >_>

[mosstrades]

THE FRAMING. CAUGHT BETWEEN TWO OF HER. OH GOD.

[chinelacanta]

Zzzz

[mochasucculent]

Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in

[nevenvc2]

-- " still not boring. "

[fee-phy-fo-fum]

okay you mothercrabber (/pos). i sat down and actually read it top to bottom in its entirety instead of skim reading it because of time constraints. ive been emotionally destroyed. emotionally executed. it will take me five business days to recover and its almost the weekend. are you happy with yourself.

everyone is still sentenced to READ THIS land. yes i am biased. no it does not matter. read it.

something about looping so much that it wears a hole through the time-space continuum. something about imprints left in time, steps you've taken so many iterations, technically at the same time, steps woven into very fabric of reality.

something about ghost versions of yourself haunting the halls of the prison you were trapped in, even after you escape.

but time and space goes both ways.

anyway. at some point of time, years before the events of canon, mirabelle is haunted by the ghost of a friend she's yet to meet, roaming the halls and disappearing and meeting her eyes and beaming terrifyingly wide and dying dying dying.

...and also the implications thereof.

[trickinabucket]

That got horny, sorry

[suntails]

growing up!

[hinamie]

blue light overexposure dot png

[stemmmm]

the scene people keep screaming about from chapter 5 of theseus' guide

[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.