#is very admirable in a sense

[realrosielol]

I think it's so funny how Natsu Hyuuga has pressed so many times how "Kusuriya is not a love story. Romance is not the focus. Also fuck Jinshi" then write up the greatest slow burn ever known to man. Not only that, she's literally made Jinshi, the very character she's known to VOCALLY DESPISE, to be one of the most fleshed out characters in the entire 15 volumes of the light novel

[starry-bi-sky]

watch me end up making a superdad au coz of WTNS

because!!! because i was thinking about how funny it is that Bruce's first two kids (Dick and Danny) would be superman fans, and how funny it would be if that influenced his opinion on Superman when they first met. And then I got to picking that apart, and how Danny's opinion and feelings on Superman would have the bigger impact on Bruce than Dick, since Dick's admiration for Superman (presumably) comes from the standard little kid "he's an alien and he can FLY" (and flying graysons) stuff. Which, while very very cute, is easy to ignore and disallow swaying feelings on.

But DANNY? It's not the same. While part of Danny's admiration comes from the same "holy shit he's an alien and can fly thats so COOL" vein, it also comes from a place of feeling deeply relatable to him. Both he and Superman were/are perceived as incredibly powerful, deeply dangerous creatures that are nigh impossible to stop, they have a handful of powers that are similar to one another, and they are (one of) the only ones of their kind. Superman is (one of) the last Kryptonian, Danny is (one of) the only Liminal in existence, and they might not be the same species but the principle remains the same and they're in the same boat.

As a result, Danny would just, god, he'd find so much relation in that. And yeah they're not the same but Superman would make him feel just a little less alone, a little more seen, and he'd find so much comfort in that.

And Bruce, by the time he meets Superman, would know by then about Danny's powers and his experiences and his time as Phantom and as a Liminal. And it's easy to ignore your kid's admiration for another Superhero when it stems from a place of plain hero worship or simple appreciation. It's harder to ignore it when your kid admires a Superhero because they make them feel seen and relate to them on a level you can't reach them on.

When that's the reason, how could he not think differently about Superman? When, by then, he's seen the scars left on Danny's body from all of his fights; when he's seen him cry and break down over never being able to fly again thanks to the blood blossom poison; when he's heard all about the struggles he faced with his powers, the fear he had about being found out, the fear he had when he was first developing them; and how he was ostracized by his city for his efforts just because he wasn't human, despite how much he was just trying to help.

How could he not look at Superman when they first meet, mask-to-mask, and have a little voice in the back of his mind go: 'my kid is a lot like you'

its making me emotional. if these feeligns persist im going to end up making a superdad au

[tangramkey]

i love my Basketbot Portal AU

[a-host-of-dancing-daffodils]

And because I recently read the Chocolate Box...Please enjoy one of the only things I feel like the show did right with this particular story...

Poirot looking super dapper in his Belgian police uniform:

The cut of this uniform is very flattering on him, I must say...especially with the way it accentuates his chest, his waist, and his ''''''''seat''''''''

And I love the design on the collar/sleeves. Very fancy/official

also. please look at his very silly official hat

Gotta say. Hugh Fraser may have been the eye candy of this show, but. David Suchet sure knows how to be pretty, too

[gentrychild]

If you are still accepting stuff for the au headcanon game, how about an au where izuku’s quirk is that he can imitate the quirks of those he admires strongly enough

1 - Hello to the AU where Izuku has the quirks of every pro hero he ever sees, because his hero fanboyism is just that strong.

2 - Interestingly enough, it's not widely known that he can mimic the quirks of people he strongly admires.

3 - Izuku isn't bullied, since his quirk is incredible, but there are tensions with Katsuki who absolutely hates when Izuku is using Explosion.

4 - A lot of people are annoyed at Izuku's very quirk. In a world where quirks define you so much, someone stealing your things just leave people a very bad taste in their mouths. There is also the idea of "Okay, if Midoriya can't use my quirk, does that mean my quirk is worthless?"

5 - Toga and Izuku are foils to each other and more philosophical conversations between them.

+ 1 - Izuku loses the ability to use Endeavor's quirk after Shouto talks to him during the Sport Festival.

[xmintpiex]

today’s thoughts are of chigiri having a crush on his sister’s friend

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

one thing that's fascinating about the AI boyfriend/girlfriend comm is that like, when they post stuff their AIs have generated to show how romantic they are, the AI writing is like, to my eyes, corny and cliché in the way of a lot of romance writing i occasionally glimpse, or in the way of "SF/F too corny for me," or even of fanfiction that i x out of lol. like it's all very familiar sounding. but to these people it reads as life-changingly romantic. and i honestly don't really feel inclined to judge these people because it's clear a lot of them have a lot of shit going on. but it's interesting to me.... i guess maybe what i want to say is, it's interesting to me as someone who was once a child who did not understand the point of the lord's prayer because how could i mean it if it was someone else's words? you know?

[danishphoner]

one thing that really fascinates me about alex is his devotion to art – and more specifically, how he chooses to get some inspiration from scientific works of what he aims to implement in his art. every time one gets to examine some of his lyrics, or even how he explains these lyrics in an interview, they can be greeted by some bits of actual scientific information. an example is how he named his taquería on the moon with the term “information-action ratio”, coined by the critic neil postman, and referenced it in the song four out of five, something that might also indicate an interesting articulation with postman's concept. the line “cute new places keep on popping up”, for example, can express his well-known sardonic discontent regarding the flood of information being generated and transmitted over and over and, as much as it seems visually appealing and does give the idea of benefiting from advanced technologies, it doesn't really add anything substantial to the receiver's critical thinking – and worse, it distances the information receiver from the sender in a communication channel, according to postman.

what i'm saying with this interpretation is, it's known that alex is enamoured with the idea of gathering a bunch of references and condensing them into a mixture of metaphors in his writing, but it's so thrilling how, at times, we can find some bits of science inside of it – and it's even more exciting, just like playing a puzzle game, to find these references and analyse them by doing a similar research to what he did to create his works.

[saintmelangell]

Uri Avnery, quoted by journalist Robert Fisk, when asked about the 1982 Sabra massacre in which 1700 Palestians were killed by Christian Phalangists.

[muiromem]

Kathryn Janeway - "The Fates"

The Moirai of Greek myth. The youngest, Clotho - the spinner who controlled life, choosing when a person was born and weaving their thread of existence. The middle one, Lachesis - the allotter who measured out the length of this thread and decided a person's destiny. And the eldest, Atropos - she who was inevitable that ended a mortal's life, cutting the thread and choosing the manner of their death.

[customizablefriend]

My true self still loves Tommyinnit I am still an inniter at heart I have not changed

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello love, how are you?

I have a little request for the Arranged marriage Au. What if insted of getting a job, Thena goes to some classes, like fashion dessing or something with art. Maybe something she did not have the resources for before. And i also think she would be very good for something creative/artistic and Gil would be her biggest fan and love everithing she does.

As always thank you for your works 🩷🤍

"Need some help?"

Thena looked away from the map of the sprawling campus. Of course even the smallest university had a complex system of halls, whether just to host basic open classes or not.

"Are you enrolling this year?"

Heavens no, and it was entirely because of teenagers and twenty-somethings - like him - that she wasn't. "No, I'm looking for the open classes that are being held-"

"Oh yes, the community workshops!" the young man beamed with excitement. He was still hovering a little close for her taste, though. "Wonderful idea, if I do say so myself."

"Were they your idea?" she droned, uninterested in speaking with anyone except the actual workshop instructors. She looked behind her.

Gil was parking the car.

He had insisted on driving her to and from, which she had tried to decline. He usually would just send her with a personal driver, perhaps a bodyguard or two. But Gil insisted he do it himself.

He wanted her to have the normal life experience, he said. If she wanted to take a sewing or a drawing class, then he wanted to take her, as a dutiful husband should. She wasn't sure if that was necessary, but she knew it was sweetly intended.

"I'm a graduate, but I still lead the odd lab here and there," the ball of hair continued to try and charm her. He was making it clear he wasn't a student, maybe in hopes of enticing her.

"Congratulations," she grumbled. She still couldn't find what building her basic seamstress lessons would be in, but asking this peacock was simply not an option. Maybe Gil would know. She looked behind her again.

"Waiting for someone?" he asked, even more brazenly, leaning against the map signage. "Partner? Boyfriend--girlfriend?"

She glared at him. She didn't know what had made her seem so approachable to this boy and his hair but she would have to figure it out and dispose of it immediately. "Husband."

"Ah!" his eyes lit up, but she got the distinct impression that it was only because it made her more of a challenge in his eyes. "Married young?--school sweethearts or childhood chums?"

That wasn't any of his goddamn business, now was it? Thena gripped the strap of the bag extending from her far shoulder over to her other hip. "He's...older."

And he was going to cause quite a scene if he arrived to her being harassed.

"Hm," the Little Prince shifted against the sign, sprawling out against the post. He was quite tall, she had to concede, although with Gil in her mind he seemed lanky and stretched out in comparison. "Ever had a craving for something...younger?"

She stepped away from the map. Perhaps it would be better just to wander around until she found where she was looking for, even if it made her late. She could excuse herself upon the mistake, surely.

The last time she took a class of any kind was for basic administrative training, and that was really more about keeping a closer eye on her father than for her own betterment. She had never thought of expanding her own horizons--no time for such things.

"Are you sure you're married?"

She took the bait (unfortunately), spinning around to glare at him. Something about his tone had annoyed her so sharply it was as if he'd poked his finger right into a soft spot. "What?"

He shrugged at her once he had her attention, though. It was like a tactic a little boy would use, annoying her for her attention whether it was positive or negative. He ran his fingers through his hair (he was probably quite popular with the young pups around here). "You've no ring, you're here on your own. I'm starting to think you're just trying to get rid of me."

She didn't have a wedding ring, that was true. Well, they didn't exactly have a wedding, in a sense. She had a piece of paper with their names on it. "Not everyone sees the need for such things."

"I would think a flower like you deserves to be gilded with the finest of treasures," he schmoozed.

"I am not a flower," she turned away from him again, determined to wait for Gil to join her. How far away had he parked the car?!

"No, you are a masterpiece."

Thena bristled. He sounded closer to her, no matter how much she refused to look and verify. "Is telling you I'm not interested not enough?"

"Would your husband let it deter him?"

He had some gall comparing himself to Gil. Gil was many things, and being a law-abiding citizen was not one of them. But she would take his ridiculous penchant for spoiling her any day, only because he was so genuinely kind at heart. And he didn't lean himself into her personal space liberally.

"Maybe he's more boyfriend material," the hairball chuckled at the thought.

"Y'okay, sweetheart?"

Thena brightened as Gil finally strode over. He had his hands in his pockets, but she knew they were balled up into fists. He looked good in the casual clothes she had picked out for him.

In her own words, he couldn't be wearing suits all day, everyday, everywhere; he looked like a mob boss.

"Darling," she smiled at him, and it wouldn't have taken someone who lived with her to see how strained it was.

"Hm," Gil puffed through tight lips. He came right over, extracting his hand to pull her closer to him by the waist. "Who's this?"

"Just offering to show her around," the young upstart spoke for himself, determined not to back down from Gil's intimidation. "I'm Eros."

"Gilgamesh." Thena watched on, some of her annoyance giving way to amusement as the two shook hands. Gil made it clear that he was going to crush this kid into dust if need be. "I'm her husband."

"Ah," Eros made a civil smile, trying not to seem like he was massaging his sore hand. "She mentioned she was married; I admit, I looked for a ring."

"I'm having them polished," Gil was quick to answer. He looked at her with that glint in his eye--the dangerous one. "Our anniversary is coming up."

She shook her head at him microscopically. What a liar he was.

"Shall we?" Gil released her waist only to offer his arm more formally. "Don't wanna be late, hon."

"Of course," she took Gil's elbow, which still required both hands to get around. She nudged him, swerving them away from her new acquaintance.

"I'll be seeing you, lovely!"

"Does he not know how to take a hint?" Gil snarled openly, looking over their shoulders to glare at him and everything.

"Obviously not," Thena tugged at his jacket to turn him around again. This was a good choice; the fabric was heavy but not stiff and the rich black brought out the shades of brown in his eyes and even his hair in the right light.

"Are you okay?"

She smiled at him. He had on his puppy dog eyes, regretting having to leave her side for any reason. "Gil-"

"I should have known you'd draw attention," he lamented, his eyes drifting over her face, making a visible stop at her lips before drifting down her neck and her long hair drifting over her shoulder.

Thena let him lift her bag to pull it out from under the strap for her.

"I was looking at the layout of the school. I never imagined it was quite so vast."

"We're looking for the east hall, named after some old dude named Arishem," Gil snorted. But of course he had memorized the locations of each of her classes.

"I knew you would know."

Gil peeked at her, although she made an effort not to look at him. Sometimes when she did she would feel a little...funny--a little twisting sensation in her naval. It was as uncomfortable as it was intriguing. "You ready?"

She sighed faintly. In truth, she didn't know. But if she didn't do something, Gil would either buy her a business to run or a university to attend, neither of which were appealing. This was simple enough, to learn some basic skills, explore some interests.

He nudged her with his elbow, trying to pull her out of any negatively tinged thoughts. "You'll be designing my suits in no time."

She laughed, nudging him in return. "I will not. I might be able to repair a rip and tear on occasion, at best."

"Well, picking out my clothes is good practice, right?"

She smiled at him again. She was rather proud of her selections for him, actually. He obviously knew it, too, letting her tug at the collar of his jacket. "I won't deny that."

He pouted at her. "Guess I don't look good enough to keep the wolves away from you, though."

She shook her head at him. "I'm sure you scared him well, enough."

"Apparently I have to get you a big, fat diamond for that."

"Gil," she chided him immediately. "Don't--you know very well that I'm not going to wear some behemoth on my finger anyway, so don't bother."

"Fine," he sighed, as if she were telling him to take out the garbage, rather than advising against an engagement ring worth thousands of pounds. "Just a plain wedding ring, got it."

"Gil-"

"We're here!"

She eyed him; she wasn't going to forget this. But he opened the door for her, ushering her inside. "I know what you're trying to do."

"Don't wanna be late," he grinned at her, taking her hand and walking just faster than her by enough to make her have to trot to keep up.

"You've dropped me off, you can go," she urged, before he could introduce himself and make a big show of being her husband to anyone else.

If he wanted her to live a normal, inconspicuous life then he had to stop drawing attention to them.

"What, you don't wanna show off your husband to the other ladies?" he grinned.

"It may not just be ladies," she corrected him, although that apparently was an entirely different trap laid by him.

"Then I've really gotta make sure I walk you to the door."

"Gil," she rolled her eyes at him. But he gave her hand a squeeze.

"Don't be nervous."

He knew her too well. She looked at the walls, with the occasional bulletin board or display of the school's accolades. "I'm not."

"You're terrible at lying, sweetheart," he chuckled and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "You're gonna do great."

She refused to admit that she liked his little affection. Her hand patted his chest. "I'll text you when I'm done."

"Sure thing." He liked living the casual life, she could tell. He liked not having to be 'Boss' or appear cold and dangerous. "Hey."

Thena's eyes went wide, and then closed completely as he pulled her into a real kiss--a much deeper one. Her hand slid up his chest. It gripped his collar at first, but then the kiss made all thoughts leave her mind. Her tongue mingled with his and a sound escaped her that she would not be acknowledging.

Gil pulled away, giving her such a devillish grin that he was looking more like his mob boss self. "Have fun, sweetie."

She huffed, releasing him with a bit of a push. Her face was flushed hot, but she glared at him. "Inconspicuous my ass."

[celestielbeing]

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[asgardian--angels]

things I wish I could relive for the first time again:

that magical window where you finish a new piece of media, having watched/read it all by yourself with no fandom contact whatsoever, and you are just so happy about it, and full of interesting theories and takeaways, and just in love with it as a gorgeous piece of art.

because I swear to god as soon as you join the fandom for anything, you're bombarded with how you're supposed to view characters and their arcs, how you're supposed to morally and ethically judge the plot and the ways it apparently failed to present the right message, and if you don't you'll either be shunned for not sharing the popular headcanons or you'll be harassed for not criticizing the source material enough.

like how is it that the fans of a piece of media are also the ones being the most negative about it? If I like a show or a movie or a book, well, I liked it. That's kind of the point. I'm actually not here to tear it apart and talk about how it didn't live up to standards other people had! I enjoyed it for what it was, and forcing myself to find negative things to say about it doesn't actually bring me more enjoyment of it or reap any benefit to me. Fandom's a double-edged sword; you want to join a community to share your love for a piece of art, and the price you pay for a modicum of joy is a mountain of negativity. that's one main reason that I never engage with fandom until I'm completely done with a show, because if I was plugged into all of that commentary and discourse during the process, I'd be completely colored by how I'm expected to interpret everything this piece of art is presenting to me without being able to even form my own opinions.

[celestialecho]

🌦️&💤

on childhood best friends.

via ill give you the sun by jandy nelson // via the art of ponyo by hayao miyazaki // jack johnson, we're going to be friends // a message from my childhood best friend // mitski, i guess // via a little life by hanya yanagihara // adventure time, island song (come along with me) // via unknown // abba, chiquitita

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

Thinking about the interaction between Post s8!Allura and the Council head!Allura and it's like you have ps8!Allura who is having trust issues because of past experiences (betrayal) with Lotor and Altean Empire and also because she is not at all used to having good things so she's like, "I don't trust the other me, she's being too nice and affectionate and leaving out too many details and only saying and doing things what I would like to hear and do. I bet she's hiding something terrible and i Will find it, I am not going to be manipulated ever again-".

Meanwhile Ch!Allura sees ps8!Allura and is like, "That's literally a fucking child, a sad little baby, only 2 apples tall 🥺🥺."