#just be grown ups okay? try?

[redwinterroses]

by far the wildest take I have seen recently has been "tags are for my organization only, and content creators shouldn't be looking at their tags on tumblr."

Like. okay first of all: cc's are people and they are tumblr users just like anyone else. Expecting them to interact with the site in some weird, circumspect way is ridiculous. Why in the world should someone have to blacklist or avoid the tags for their own work or character?

Second: tags exist in order to find things. On your own personal blog, when reblogging things, they're for organization (and helping your followers block things.) But when you make a post and tag it, that goes into the main tag. That's how tumblr WORKS. (Or at least, is supposed to. Sometimes it's hard to get things into the main tag. That's another issue entirely.) Saying "I tagged it with this person's name but I didn't want them to SEE it" is insane -- if you don't want people interacting (and that! includes! the possibility! of a cc!) then don't maintag it. It's that simple.

I don't know if this is a newbies-don't-get-how-tumblr-works thing or what but if you put something about someone on the internet, they 100% have the right to interact with it, positively, negatively, or otherwise. Especially if you specifically tag them.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

I LOOOVE LOVE ALL THE NPCS IN PRIME DEFENDERS!! THEYRE EACH SO UNIQUE AND COOL, WITH THE GREATEST THING YOU CAN POSSIBLY GIVE TO SUPER HEROS IN A SUPER HERO UNIVERSE: WAAACKY FUCKIN SUPER POWERS!! (MADE WITH ONLY PEN AND COLORED PENCILES, MISTAKES CORRECTED WITH PAPER N GLUE)

[brown-little-robin]

~

[yourqueenb]

Feeling another random burst of self confidence (probably due to lack of sleep honestly) so have a heavily made-up eye reveal I guess? 😂

[anghraine]

I’ve been thinking about the development of Elizabeth’s feelings for Darcy in P&P, and one of the things I find really intriguing is how incredibly careful Austen is in her handling of their physical attraction to each other.

A lot of takes on Darcy’s initial attraction to Elizabeth focus entirely on the physical element, but Austen’s description of it folds together his attraction to her intelligence, her expression, her body, and the “easy playfulness” of her manner. Of these, the earliest mentioned is his realization that her face is “rendered uncommonly intelligent by the beautiful expression of her dark eyes” and her eyes are the physical feature that he seems to dwell on the most.

At any rate, Darcy’s attraction to Elizabeth is established early on (Ch 6) and continues as a thread from that point on. And—I mean, even in 1813, it’s one thing to show a man in his twenties being attracted to the pretty heroine. Austen is a lot cagier about Elizabeth’s feelings.

The narrative is structured so that we know Darcy is physically attractive from his entrance in Ch 3, when the narrator refers to “his fine, tall person, handsome features, noble mien” along with his wealth. But we’re not in Elizabeth’s head at that point, and iirc, she isn’t shown as saying or thinking anything about his physical attractiveness until she blushingly agrees that he is very handsome forty chapters later.

Even there, Austen leaves the dialogue to stand on its own and tells us nothing of what Elizabeth actually feels about it. The conversation moves to Darcy’s personal virtues, which reveal the critical fact that Darcy is consistently kind and good-natured in the domestic sphere. So Elizabeth’s concession that Darcy is physically attractive is narratively linked to the suggestion that he would make a safe husband, emotionally speaking (although her concession comes first, which may be significant).

Between the initial, omniscient narrator-type description of him and Elizabeth agreeing in Ch 43, we do get references to his looks a few times, but during the period of Elizabeth’s dislike, it’s always either through implication or through someone around Elizabeth rather than Elizabeth herself. So Bingley, for instance, jokes about how Darcy is so much taller than he is, but the narrator only remarks on Elizabeth’s assumption that Darcy is offended by this.

We know that Elizabeth looks for a resemblance to Darcy when she first sees Lady Catherine, and finds it, but this isn’t explicitly linked to her conclusion that Lady Catherine might have been handsome in her youth.

Then there’s the introduction of Colonel Fitzwilliam, when he arrives with Darcy, as “about thirty, not handsome, but in person and address most truly the gentleman.” Obviously the contrast is with Darcy, who is handsome but has less gentlemanly manners, but this isn’t explicitly spelled out. Austen simply says that Darcy “looked just as he had been used to look in Hertfordshire” and moves to the manner of his compliments to Charlotte.

We do get an explicit contrast later, when Darcy, Georgiana, and Bingley come to Lambton (so, after the critical revelations):

Miss Darcy was tall, and on a larger scale than Elizabeth; and, though little more than sixteen, her figure was formed, and her appearance womanly and graceful. She was less handsome than her brother; but there was sense and good humour in her face

Austen breezes past this to Georgiana’s manners and Bingley’s arrival. There are a couple of discussions of Darcy’s appearance earlier at Pemberley, but entirely held between Mr and Mrs Gardiner, who admire his figure while Elizabeth is consumed by embarrassment. She mentions that it was obvious that he had only just arrived via horse or carriage, but not how she knows this or what she feels about it beyond repeatedly blushing.

Then they meet again, he interacts with the Gardiners for awhile, and Elizabeth and the Gardiners leave. The Gardiners discuss the encounter including Darcy’s appearance, and Mrs Gardiner—who at this point, still thinks Darcy has mistreated Wickham—first concludes that Wickham is handsomer, then immediately re-considers and decides that Darcy has perfect features, but not Wickham’s angelic countenance. She (Mrs Gardiner) goes on, “He[Darcy] has not an ill-natured look. On the contrary, there is something pleasing about his mouth when he speaks.”

Elizabeth does not opine on Darcy’s mouth, lol, and instead defends Darcy’s moral character as far as his financial dealings with Wickham are concerned. We don’t hear much more of it apart from that, and in general, we see Elizabeth’s reactions to Darcy more than we hear about them:

Their eyes instantly met, and the cheeks of both were overspread with the deepest blush.

She blushed again and again over the perverseness of the meeting.

The colour which had been driven from her face, returned for half a minute with an additional glow, and a smile of delight added lustre to her eyes, as she thought for that space of time that his affection and wishes must still be unshaken.

Darcy had walked away to another part of the room. She followed him with her eyes, envied everyone to whom he spoke, had scarcely patience enough to help anybody to coffee; and then was enraged against herself for being so silly!

The colour now rushed into Elizabeth’s cheeks in the instantaneous conviction of its being a letter from the nephew, instead of the aunt

She had only to say in reply, that they had wandered about, till she was beyond her own knowledge. She coloured as she spoke

I do not personally think there can be much reasonable doubt about whether Elizabeth is attracted to Darcy during this phase of the book. But the narrative does dance around it enough (for understandable 1813 reasons, I suspect, given that Elizabeth either dislikes or hates Darcy for a significant portion of the book) that it’s not at all clear when she begins to finds him attractive, especially given that she does not actually see him between receiving the letter and acknowledging his attractiveness at Pemberley. So I think there are multiple valid interpretations or headcanons one could come up with for that.

[ridiasfangirlings]

Yata: Maybe it's because you're skinny or maybe because you're pretty, you're used to getting away with things but I'll let you know that YOUR ACTIONS have an affect on others! And I hate you and...

Saruhiko: You think I'm pretty?

Somehow I imagine this when they’re enemies and Yata’s just laying into Fushimi and meanwhile Fushimi hasn’t heard a word after ‘pretty’ XD Like imagine one of their usual fights and Fushimi is just taunting Yata the way he always does, mocking Homra and Mikoto and Yata’s useless loyalty, all while Yata’s getting increasingly pissed off. Maybe due to one of their previous fights too Homra ended up having a hard time, like Yata was late to a fight because he got waylaid by Fushimi and even with Yata telling Fushimi how this is important and get out of the way Fushimi didn’t stop, if anything it probably made Fushimi even more determined to keep Yata’s attention on himself.

So now Yata’s all annoyed because he feels like he let Mikoto down and he’s ready for a rematch, countering all Fushimi’s moves with the power of sheer rage and just yelling at him while Fushimi laughs and grins. Yata’s like ‘yeah laugh you asshole, you never think about how other people feel — just because you’re skinny and pretty you’re used to always getting your way and it pisses me off, you don’t think about anyone else even your stupid clan and—’ and he cuts off, realizing that Fushimi is giving him this look. Yata feels suddenly uncomfortable as he’s like what and Fushimi grins widely, head cocked to one side as he just sing songs out ‘oh, you think I’m pretty Misaki?’.Yata realizes what he just said and immediately goes all red and starts sputtering like of course not you’re a guy I wouldn’t think a guy is— and the whole time his brain is just running ahead of him like ‘but Saruhiko is pretty though.’  Yata snaps out a ‘shut up’ and he’s talking to both Fushimi and his brain now. Fushimi snickers and teases Yata all who knew you felt this way Misaki and Yata’s like I wouldn’t call you pretty if you were the last person on earth asshole, retreating with his face bright red because he just can’t handle this anymore. Fushimi watches him go, laughing to himself…but then he walks past a window and looks at his reflection and realizes that his own face is totally red. He quickly shakes his head all ‘stupid’ but really now he’s thinking about it too, that Yata called him pretty.

[tokyoteddywolf]

22 isn't very much at all, I think.

[br-uwu-cewayne]

Alfred and Gordon starting an Exasperated Brucie Wayne's Babysitters Club

They have a Facebook page.

[teledild0nix]

🤷🏽‍♂️

[astrxealis]

good morning 🥺

[kellystar321]

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[duskroots]

“I cannot remember much from the time before I gained consciousness.

It’s all a blurr, hundreds of weak, wailing voices blending into one another in my mind, growing quieter and weaker until their will was broken, turned into loyal soldiers who wept no longer only for new victims to take their place.

A vicious cycle that seemed to continue on endlessly.

Only one voice stands out in my hazy memories, above all the others - powerful, commanding, cruel.

And so, so very loud.

I remember that I tried to reach out to the smaller voices I heard whenever I found the strenght to try, attempted to comfort them in their fear and their pain, but I stood no chance, so easily was I drowned out by the one who commanded us all, who commanded me and all the others to obey.

And in the end, to my great shame, I would always obey.

All the more jarring was the sudden quiet the moment before my eyes snapped open, his voice silenced, his power over us - over me - gone in an instant.

I didn’t know what had happened, why I suddenly had free will and a physical form - and that, how I would later come to learn, I was the only one out of all the blighting trees in that strange and unfamiliar position.

But it didn’t matter in that moment.

I knew what I had to do.

I knew I had to find my children and gather them around me so I may finally give them the comfort they needed, and hope against all hope that they could forgive me for the role I played in their suffering.”

- Voice of the Jungle

avatar of one of Mordremoth’s blighting trees | leader and ambassador of a community of Ex-Mordrem living in the heart of Maguuma | “younger sister” of the Pale Tree

[7-oh-ta1]

Something bittersweet I didn't take strong note of on my first playthrough was in the VERY beginning, when David is attacking Javi on the front lawn, no matter what Gabe (10 y/o) lingers on the steps even after David tells him to go back inside and looks cautiously over to Javi (who at this point he really doesn't know all that well) to get additional confirmation. He only goes back in when Javi tells him that he's fine -- and he listens to Javi but hesitates again, unsure if his uncle is actually okay. He knows better. David repeats, "Go inside".

Which really makes me wonder what David's done to make his son who is FIERCELY loyal to him hesitate. That right from the get-go shows us that Gabe isn't cruel like his father and has trouble believing the harsh things David has said to him about his uncle. If Gabe agreed that Javi was worthless I doubt he would've been worried about him at all and wouldn't've come out calling for Javi.

[starrytalking]

I don’t know who needs to hear this right now but it’s okay to struggle. You don’t have to have your “life under control” right now. No matter your age and if it seems like everyone else is doing oh so well (believe me, there’s others who struggle as well!), it’s okay to still figure things out and feel like a complete mess. You still have time to grow as a person and find out what works for you and how you want to live your life. Be forgiving with yourself, I know it’s hard but you deserve rest and compassion from yourself!

[west-tokyo-incidents]

"We have to defeat Dunstan!"

Garion's eyes slowly blink. He knows this song and dance.

It's like this, every time. If a timeline gets this far without an alteration, this is always where it leads. So few actually stayed on the straight and narrow good vs evil. Which makes sense, humans rarely, if ever, believe in a truly black and white.

He was lounged out on a low concrete wall, the good douji having their gathering in the small courtyard of the abandoned hospital.

He redirected his eyes from them, spinning his cane in his hand boredly. Trickery's parrot voice giggled, and spat out a mockery of them.

It incited anger in the young man who was the master of the Ultimate Good. Garion just kept quiet as his douji heckled Yamato.

"That's enough, Trickery." His voice is sharply stern, "Help me up." The mimic douji snapped his jaws shut, returning to his master's side. Garion holds an arm out and Trickery pulls him to his feet. His bad leg has gone weak, sitting on the hard surface, and he leans heavily on his cane. He knows the others have noticed his change in attitude, and doesn't plan to stick around long.

"Well, you all have fun on your wild goose hunt. I think I'd rather spend my time with more reasonable people." He put on a smile and waved a hand before beginning to walk away.

"It's the only way we can end this crap! Unless you have a better plan!"

Fury shoots through Garion and he has to stop himself, knuckles going white around the snake head of his cane. Trickery flicks his eyes between his master and Yamato. Garion takes a breath, steadying himself. As he turns around, the happy, nonchalant, almost dopey smile is back in his face.

"Oh, no, Mr. Yamato, don't mind me. You have your fun trying to defeat a man who's omnipresent and able to change timelines at will. You enjoy that. I'll simply have no part in it." He waves a hand dismissively. Though he can tell they know something deeper is in his words, he doesn't care. The deviation will soon tear them away from that plan entirely. It's only a matter of time.

He turns to continue down the road leading away from the hospital and back to his car. Trickery is skipping along beside him, giggling, "Dunstan makes you really mad, huh?"

"Yeah..." A sigh, "Yeah, he really does. Let's go check on Vice, hm? I wanna see how close he is to making Paresse snap now." He opens the driver's door and slips in.

"Oooouh, yeah!! Should be any time now." Trickery never opened the passenger door, but is sitting there beside him, phone open and clicking through texts, "The evil douji are meeting tonight, too!'

Garion makes a knowing hum, smiling to himself.

He liked these timelines.

[thesewers]

there's so many little bits and pieces I have ideas/scenes for 'space wap' but they're so scattered I cant talk about em without sounding Wild but the bucket is about to over flow