#it doesn't fit but it does

[egophiliac]

Hi it's just to let you know that the official romanization of Revaan's name is Raverne ! Also they have romanized Baul's name to Baur !

Twst coming back at us again with the least expected romanization! thank you everybody (oh god my inbox) (no it's great, I literally asked for this and the reactions have been INCREDIBLE, thank you all!)

I do like Raverne though, I think it's got a nice fancy sound to it! (I had kinda suspected it was going to be an R instead of an L, so the fact that it's SO close to Laverne except for that is hilarious to me personally.) and Dragoneye Duke is honestly probably the best translation for his title, I wasn't envying the localizers that one. :') Baur instead of Baul I was NOT expecting, but in retrospect I think his name's supposed to be a reference to the Bauru crocodile, so that actually makes way more sense!

someone else also said Meleanor has become Maleanor, which is the REALLY weird one to me, because I was so surprised it was written as Mel instead of Mal in the first place?! oh god no I can't decide which one I like better. 😭 (I wonder if they might change it to Mal...they have made romanization changes before) (like I remember House of Distraction being corrected to House of Destruction in Playful Land) (I did check and she's still Mel for now, but I dunno, they might Mal her up and some point and save me from having to make a decision about which one to use) (HECK I CAN'T DECIDE)

uhhhh thank you for letting me ramble about anime names, let's just say MONOGRAMMED SWEATERS FOR EVERYONE

[tiercel]

Giant blue worm (Megascolex coeruleus?)

Photographed by Abhishek Jamalabad

[hychlorions]

What if I told you that I've fallen?

[ID: Art of Susato Mikotoba and Haori Murasame/Rei Membami, done on a stylized background of swirling cherry blossom petals. Haori is falling backward, pulling Susato with her, so close that their noses are touching. Haori closes her eyes as she pulls off Susato’s cap, while Susato — still dressed as Ryutaro Naruhodo — looks down at her with eyes wide. The background is suffused with the faint colors of the lesbian flag. End ID]

[muffin-snakes-art]

apricot

Ref used under the cut !

[coolcoolcoolbutwtf]

Joker junior isn't the only kid in the joker's gang anymore.

Harley: This is your new babysitter I mean older brother, You know Mr.J and I can't just spend all our time with you Junior. Why don't you and Trixter get yourselves introduced while playing somewhere away from here, Kay bye!

Trixter(Danny): ...

JJ:...

Trixter(Danny): I like your nails they are pretty.

JJ: *growling and hissing*

...

Harley tugging the child leach with junior in it: it don't bite.

Danny: Yes it do!

[saturday-byte]

I'll rust with you - Steam Powered Giraffe

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[calciumdreams]

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[thechy-fychannel]

y'all ever think abt how it was julie having the affair and it is even said multiple times that she was the one who left him, yet wilson was still the one who left their home and moved in with house. like. he couldn't bear to stay in their home alone. he immediately ran to house and stayed on his couch for weeks. suffered through his pranks and his laziness and his manipulation. telling him he wants him gone while sabotaging his attempts to leave. and he only left once he got a girlfriend again.

[revvethasmythh]

One thing I find really fascinating about this last ep is that the confrontation with Laudna, in Orym's own words, "brought [him] back to himself, a little bit." Because of this, he chose not continue his plan of using Ishta, a blade Dorian refers to as "clearly a threat." Orym turns away from it and admits it's probably a good thing he's been diverted from this path.

Meanwhile, both Laudna and Dorian use Orym and his (now defunct) desire for the sword as a point of comparison and/or mental justification for their own ill-advised risks. Laudna leads with, "Just as Orym wishes to wield that sword, I wish to wield Delilah" (obviously this was said before Orym gave up the sword, but his doing so has not, as far as we know, dissuaded her from this path at all), and Dorian holds the Gambler's Blade "thinking to himself about Orym last night, and how serious he was, how dedicated he was to the cause of wanting this sword that was clearly a threat" and sits with the reality of the situation he's in and decides to take an extra risk on his own life.

All three of them, in some manner, are pinging on the same concept: that the stakes to this fight are enormous and taking a massive risk might be necessary to finish this mission. But in this specific scenario, Orym is the one who backed off, re-evaluated his position, and decided the potential risk (to both the cohesion of the team, and his own mental health/morality, presumably) wasn't worth it. But the impression was already made. Laudna still wants to bring Delilah into this fight (something she'd already basically decided, but chose here to really double down on), and Dorian made the active decision to lower his chance of survival for a better chance to hit. Both of them doing the opposite of what Orym ultimately did, while still keeping Orym in their minds as they do so.

[pitchblackespresso]

Cooking Lessons

For @zelinktines24 Day 8 - Bonding

Comics master post

[camellcat]

lose my mind every time the doctor takes rose's last name in fics. brilliant, amazing, splendid, absolutely perfect.

like, what do you MEAN she'd be the one to change her last name? he doesn't even HAVE a bloody name like us! plus, she's rose tyler. you think he's going to want that to be different? it's the doctor and rose tyler in the tardis (or I suppose whatever they do in pete's world, but that's still the doctor and rose tyler having their new adventure)!!

she's rose tyler and he is whatever-he-wants tyler. end of discussion. the whole pond diabolical should've been clue enough imo

[dr1lldash]

mechanic!venture x reader 2.2k (i started thinking last night and i could barely sleep i just wanted to write this. also i know nothing about cars, i googled car stuff to make this happen so if anything is wrong please lmk :3)

Your day went to shit rather quickly. After a long shift at work, you were on your way home just after sunset when your car’s battery light began to glow. You chose to ignore it, as you had the next day off, figuring that you could make it home and deal with it tomorrow.

You were wrong.

You were maybe halfway home when your engine sputtered and died, rolling to a stop in the middle of a street you’d only ever driven down. “Fuck.” You put your car in neutral, got out and started pushing, hoping that you could make it home before exhaustion overtook you.

Your eyes were starting to close, your legs starting to slow down, when an energetic voice called out from your left. “Hey there!” Your eyes snapped open, looking for the source, and you saw a figure standing outside, their silhouette illuminated by soft lighting behind them.

“Uh, hi.” You rubbed at your eyes, hoping to wake yourself up.

“Car trouble?”

You hesitated. “No, it’s just a nice night, I want to enjoy it.”

They laughed, and it made your heart flutter. “It is beautiful out, but it’s a little hot to be pushing your car, don’t you think? I might be able to help you.” They took a few steps towards you, still engulfed by the darkness. “We’re the only repair shop for a few miles. I can offer you a discount for your troubles.”

You hesitated again. You had no idea who this person was, or if they were telling the truth about being a mechanic. You could barely see anything, the sun already low in the sky, but you had your phone in your pocket if anything went wrong. Sleepiness clouded your judgment, and you gave in. “I would appreciate that, thank you.”

“No problemo.” They stuffed their hands in their pockets. “I’ll open up the garage, then I’ll come back out to push if you want to steer.”

You nodded, then realized they might not be able to see you nod. “Okay.” They walked off, almost jogging, and you made your way back up to sit in the front seat of your car. A metallic screech filled the air for just a moment as a garage opened up, light filling the area around you. You could see them a little bit better as they came back to your car, but you still couldn’t quite make out any of their features.You could, however, see the faded sign on top of the garage, reading Lindholm’s.

“Ready?” they called out from behind you.

“Ready!” you replied, facing towards the open window. They started pushing with a grunt of effort and you kept your hands on the wheel, steering ever so slightly to get yourself into the garage. You opened your door once you were in, careful not to hit anything in the crowded space. You stepped out, taking a look around and finally behind you, only to see one of the most attractive individuals you’d ever encountered.

Their hair was mostly up in a ponytail, with a small amount sticking to the back of their neck. They wore a set of dark green coveralls with the top pulled down, the arms knotted around their waist, leaving them in just a stained white tank top. Tattoos littered their body, the most prominent being a ring of flames around their neck, but several others that you couldn’t quite identify on their collarbones and all down their arms. You glanced back up to their face to see them breathing slightly heavily, dark brown eyes staring at the ground as one grease-stained hand played with a stud in their eyebrow. They glanced up at you and you’re unable to look away before they flash you a smile, showing off a chipped tooth.

“Hard part’s over!” They held a dirty hand out to you before looking down, wiping it off on their coverall pants and offering it again. “I’m Sloan.”

“[Y/N].” You grabbed their hand, allowing them to shake it vigorously for a few seconds before they pulled away.

“Do you need a drink or anything?” You shook your head, not wanting to be here any longer than you had to. Nothing against the admittedly hot mechanic, but you were getting more exhausted by the minute and you just missed your bed. “Alrighty then. You can take a seat over there,” they gestured to a flannel-covered chair, “I shouldn’t be too long.”

You did as they said, watching them as they worked. You started to fall asleep a few times, but managed to keep yourself awake. It didn’t take them long to work out the problem.

“Alternator’s busted.” They were still staring down into the engine, making sure that was the only issue.

“Can you fix it?”

“Of course I can!” Sloan looked up at you, flashing that smile once again. “Not tonight, though. Mr. Lindholm keeps that locked up, I’ll have to get into it tomorrow.” They paused. “I…understand if not, but I’d be more than happy to drive you home, make sure you get there safely.”

You were too tired to walk home at this point, so you find yourself agreeing. “I’m not far.”

Sloan helped you to get up, and you waited just outside the garage as they locked everything up for the evening. They placed their hand gently on your upper back, leading your sleepy figure to their car, a dirty, faded yellow pickup truck with a dozen stickers decorating the bumper. “Archeology rocks,” you read one out loud with a quiet laugh.

You took your seat in the passenger side, fastening your seat belt. Now, you’re still in the car with them, soft rock playing on the radio, doing your best to keep your eyes open as you direct them towards your home. They’re more of a careful driver than you would’ve thought, fully stopping at stop signs and using their turn signals more than a hundred feet before they turn despite nobody being on the road at this time.

You stumble out of the car when they drop you off. “Do you have work in the morning? I wish I could have helped more, I’d be more than happy to drive you.”

You shake your head. “I’m off tomorrow.” You punctuate your sentence with a yawn. “But I do have some errands to run, how long do you think it’ll take to fix?”

“Shouldn’t be more than an hour. I’ll bring you in, just give us a call when you’re awake.” You find yourself agreeing, taking a business card and stuffing it in your pocket. They wish you goodnight, you echo one back, and they drive off as you enter your home.

Sleep engulfs you wholly, more tired than you’ve been in months, maybe years. In the morning, you shower, get dressed, eat a quick breakfast and call the number on the card Sloan had given you the night before.

“Lindholm mechanics!” a chipper voice you didn’t recognize answers almost immediately. “How can we help you?”

“Uh, Sloan gave me this number, they were helping me last night and said they’d be able to help me get my car working again today.”

“Oh! You must be [Y/N]! Let me grab them for you.” Before you can respond, you’re listening to hold music. You’re waiting less than thirty seconds when it’s cut off.

“[Y/N]! Hey!” You recognize Sloan’s voice, even as fuzzy as it is over the phone. “I’m working on your alternator right now, do you need a ride?”

“I can walk if you’re still working,” you start.

“No worries! I’m almost done, I’ll come and pick you up. A little break should do me good.” You give them your address and go to wait outside.

It’s not too terribly hot, and a gentle breeze is keeping the temperature even lower. You’re watching the trees dance when a truck you vaguely recognize pulls up. They roll down the passenger side window and call out, “Heyo! Hop in!” They reach over their console to open the door for you. You step up, making yourself comfortable on the seat and buckling your seatbelt before they drive back in the direction they just came from.

This time, you’re able to get a slightly better look at the interior of their car. An ice-cream cone shaped air freshener is hanging from their rearview mirror, filling the car with the subtle scent of vanilla and sugar. In their cupholder is a pet rock, crystals sticking out of the top and googly eyes shaking on the front. Their dashboard is covered in stickers, some that you recognize as being related to mythology from around the world, others that you couldn’t begin to describe. You look over at Sloan, seeing them dressed in basically the same way as the previous night, only this time, more hair is in their ponytail and their tank top is a crisp white.

The two of you get back to the shop in just a few minutes, and they stretch slightly before stepping out. You follow them out of their truck and back into the garage. Two people you hadn’t seen the day before are walking around, an older, short man, and a younger woman, presumably the person you’d heard on the phone a few minutes prior. Rock music is playing softly as everyone works.

“If you wanna take a seat again, it shouldn’t be very long. I just need to check that everything is working,” Sloan tells you. They untie their hair and tie it back up, collecting a few loose strands in the process. You do as they say, taking a seat and watching them as they work. You quickly find yourself distracted by the way their arm muscles tense as they do, sweat beginning to form on their forehead and collarbones. You can hear them singing along to the music, although it’s barely audible. You’re focusing hard, starting to lean forward when they turn to you with a grin.

“I think everything’s working! Can I use your keys for a moment, just to confirm?” You blink rapidly, fixing your posture and nodding.

“Yeah, of course.” You pull your keys from your pocket and hand them to Sloan. Your mouth feels dry. Sloan starts the car up, staying inside for a few minutes while they check that everything is functioning as it should be. When they’re done, they shut off the engine, closing your car door gently as they exit.

“Everything should be perfect now,” they tell you as they hand the keys back. They stuff their hands in their pockets. “If you want to make absolutely sure, though, we should take it out on a short drive. Maybe we could grab some lunch? My treat.” A soft pink blush is spreading across their cheeks, but it’s easy to attribute it to the heat or the work they just finished.

Your stomach growls at the mention of food. “Sounds good to me, do you want to drive?” You hold the keys out to them and they beam at you.

“Absolutely!” They take the keys back from you, walking to the passenger side door and opening it for you. You enter the vehicle, buckling your seatbelt as they close the door for you and enter on the other side.

“I’m taking my lunch!” they call out to the older man you’d seen before. He waves them off. They start the engine and take off, driving you to a local diner you’d visited a few times before.

The two of you order sandwiches, and they insist you get the chips. “I love fries, don’t get me wrong, but their chips are house-made and they’re sooo good.”

You devour your food as soon as it comes out, and you’re glad you listened to them. You’d had the fries at this particular diner before, and they weren’t bad, but the chips were perfectly balanced between crispy and soft, with just the right amount of salt. “How much do I owe you?” you ask, pulling your wallet out from your pocket.

They shake their head. “No, no, this is part of the repair. Mr. Lindholm pays for business expenses like these.”

The two of you head back to the repair shop. You get out of the car, and Sloan hands you back your keys. “Oh, I almost forgot.” They fish around in one of their pockets and then the other one before handing you a scrap of paper with a string of numbers on it. You’re confused for a second, concerned that it’s how much you owe, before they continue. “It’s my number. In case you have any more car troubles, I mean. Uh, th-you don’t have to call me or anything. You can just call the garage if you want but I might be able to help you on the side, you know?” They stuff their pockets.

You smile at them. “Thank you, I appreciate all your help.” A blush spreads once again on their cheeks.

“Any time.”

You add their number to your phone before you leave, sending them a text so they have yours as well. A few minutes after you get home, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. “I’m also free if you ever want to grab food again,” it reads. “I know the best ice cream spots in town.”

[quadrantadvisor]

Alright new Jason Todd headcanons in a dpxdc setting:

Danny is a "liminal" ghost, rather than a "half" ghost. He's alive and dead at the same time. (He's like Jesus Christ (in the church denomination I grew up in), fully ghost and fully human.) Danny, in human form, can go through a ghost shield, because he IS a living human.

Jason, however, is a reanimated corpse. He isn't a ghost, wouldn't have a ghost core, etc, he has a normal human system that runs ON ectoplasm. Jason CANNOT go through a ghost shield, because he is always an ectoplasmic entity. Danny can go through the Fenton Ghost Catcher and be split into a ghost and a human; if Jason went through the ghost catcher, he would straight up die.

(For my purposes I'm gonna say that Jason became an ectoplasmic entity upon his resurrection, but wasn't very stable. Dunking in the Lazarus pit stabilized his system but also poisoned his ectoplasm.)

I do think that Jason could learn certain ghost abilities if he learned to harness his ectoplasm, especially if they detoxed him off the Lazarus waters. He's probably already enhancing his stealth and strength in ways he hasn't really noticed. I think he's held back by the amount of physical matter he's lugging around, so maybe he couldn't fly, but I'm imagining temporary invisibility, or intagibility of like, a limb at a time. Maybe he can't walk through walls, but in a fight he can dodge by instinctively making the targeted part of his body intangible.

[mudstoneabyss]

keep seeing posts about that one playlist posts and I've decided you all make character playlists wrong. they're not about being 100% accurate or sounding cohesive they're about putting any and every song that so much as reminds you of that character and, most importantly, having fun

[littlefankingdom]

Things I NEED y'all to stop putting in Jason fics:

"Since Red Hood arrived, he cleaned up Crime Alley better than Batman ever has" First of all, this is not even the case in the comics, so y'all are making this up to make Jason's way "the right way". Second of all, if murdering criminals violently worked better, then that's what the cops would be doing, because, new flash, but the gov used to be way more violent, and crimes were worse, and the gov had to lower its violence, because we know it doesn't work and the gov didn't have enough good excuses to continue. If you think they are not waiting for an excuse to violently kill people, you are wrong. So, stop writing that shit, it's borderline fascist propaganda (violence is the only way to keep power/peace, so free real estate for us to kill anyone we label as criminals) You do not need to find excuses for Jason.

"Crime Alley is Jason's territory and the Bats cannot enter it without his permission" Also, not canon, never was. Are you all forgetting that Bruce's parents died in Crime Alley? That's how it got its name. It's where Batman was born. It's where Bruce goes to mourn his parents during patrols. It's an important location for the Batfam as a whole. It's where Dick thinks his siblings are not authorized to fight when Bruce is "dead"/gone because it is insulting Bruce's memory. It's the meeting points the Bats use multiple times. Batman's first night was probably in Crime Alley. Crime Alley is the mission, to make it a better place for its inhabitants is Bruce's goal. He is shown multiple times to be very protective of its people, especially in front of powerful figures (politicians/rich). As much as Bruce loves Jason, he would not give up Crime Alley. Yes, Jason grew up in Crime Alley, but Crime Alley was Bruce's before Jason was even born.

"Crime Alley hates the bats, except for Red Hood" Again, Batman has been protecting the people of Crime Alley since he started. He was the only one who fought for them against the people that hurt them, the cops not giving a fuck about the poor. Like, stop trying to paint Bruce as a rich guy disconnected from the people, that's not who he is and who he ever was (except for some storylines, but like, fuck these storylines). He has not live their struggles, but he has studied it, he cares about it. And, I can understand that not everyone in Gotham and Crime Alley likes Batman, of course. But to make children dislike Robin or NIGHTWING??? Dick's whole thing is how he is always everyone's favorite. He's an acrobat, he is flying with grace in the sky without powers, he is all smile and gentleness with children, no fucking way children don't like him.

"Dick killed the Joker for Jason." No, he killed the Joker in an act of rage and fear when he had Tim and threatened to kill him like the last one. BUT ALSO, and this is really important, DICK WAS HORRIFIED about what he had done. He hated himself and self-isolated, refused to listen to Bruce and Barbara when they tried to comfort him. This is not something he is proud of. Dick wouldn't be like "Yeah, I killed the Joker, but you know Bruce... I don't regret it." He does regret it. Bruce forgave him way faster than Dick forgave himself for killing the Joker. He would not do it again if he could, that's why it only happened once.

"Jason is mad at Bruce for being too late to save him." Nope. In Under The Red Hood, Jason literally tells Bruce he forgives him for not saving him. Jason was NEVER angry at Bruce for not saving him. Jason is mad because he thinks Bruce doesn't care about him. If Tim hadn't taken the Robin's mantle, Jason probably would have gone home, because that's what hurt him the most, the possibility that he was replaced in Bruce's eyes.

"Jason ran away because Bruce believed he killed someone" It was never explicit if Bruce did believe Jason pushed the rapist. But also, no. When Jason ran away, Bruce just benched him as Robin because he saw that Jason was hurting and needed help, and being a vigilante wasn't helping. Pls, read Death In The Family, Bruce was trying his best to support Jason and help him. Jason being violent at times is a sign, for Bruce, that Jason is hurting. He doesn't villanize Jason's actions. Don't be like DC writers and forget that Bruce knows that violence and aggression come from pain.

"The memorial is Bruce's making and Alfred hates it" WRONG, it's the contrary. Alfred made the memorial, Bruce was against it. Please, stop putting all the blame on Bruce and making Alfred perfect. Bruce hates the memorials, he hates his sons being remembered as soldiers. He put up with the memorials because it's Alfred. (I am so tired from y'all blaming Bruce for this one, omg) Also, while we are it, Alfred doesn't put up with Jason's bs. Jason can criticize Bruce, but there's a limit for Alfred.

[madisoncounty]

THE GILDED AGE — Heads Have Rolled For Less (1x06)