#like i don’t understand the performance of it all

[thestormynobody]

Turnabout Timeloop Chapter 1

“I’ve heard enough. It’s time to declare my verdict.”

(This is bad.) Apollo didn’t have the evidence needed to turn this around. (What should I do???) He was out of options, wasn’t he? (That doesn’t matter!! I can come up with a good reason why. For now, I just need to ob-)

“Guilty.”

(….ject)

Almost instantly, a voice rings out across the courtroom. “NO!!!!! Frin would never do something like that!! Let them go!!!” Bonnie struggles helplessly in Odile’s arms. They must have found a way to sneak into the courtroom after all. Odile’s expression is unreadable as she tries to usher them back out of the courtroom. None of them had wanted Bonnie to see this.

Apollo’s client, Sifferin, nomiddlename nolastname (Still can’t believe that was allowed), stares in horror at the commotion. “Bonbon….”  They look shattered. Understandably so, considering they were just declared guilty of murder, and in front of Bonnie, no less. 

“This wasn’t supposed to happen. I didn’t- I just- wanted to-I’m sorry.” Their voice is small. Practically drowned out by the scuffle happening in the back of the room.

(What do they mean?) Was there something he missed? There had to have been. It just didn’t add up. (I wish I had more time to investigate, maybe I could’ve-)

Apollo

Feels 

A 

Tug 

On 

His 

Stomach 

Apollo wakes up at his desk in the Wright Anything Agency. (A dream? Man. I must be really stressed about this case if I’m dreaming about losing it huh? That dream was weirdly detailed though….weird.) 

He tilts his head back and forth to try and deal with his stiff neck. It pops unpleasantly.

“You’re going to end up with back problems like me, you know.” A familiar voice calls out.

Phoenix. Wright. His boss. Didn’t he say something like this before? Apollo had just kind of responded noncommittally in the dream, something about not doing it again. It was pretty passive, and he’d felt weird about it after. Like he was a kid getting scolded by his dad. (Gross.) 

“Dunno, Mr. Wright. You sure you’re not just old?” 

“HA. I guess you don’t want this coffee then. More for me.”

“Wait, no I was just joking-” he wanted that coffee.

“Yeah, yeah I know-” He pauses and with a devious smirk adds “....kiddo.” and ruffles Apollo’s hair.

(Eugh.) Apollo nabs the coffee from Phoenix’s hand and downs it. He’s not sure how long he slept but he needs to get to work. There was lots to do. Meet with the client, investigate the crime scene, interview the witnesses…the sooner he got started the better. He didn’t want a repeat performance of his dream.

“Alright, you know Trucy and I are going to be out of town for her next show. Gonna have to get your own coffee for a few days. “

“I’m sure I’ll manage.” It was kind of a shame. Mr. Wright did make weirdly good coffee. Maybe he worked at a coffee shop at some point when he was disbarred? Who knows. Wasn’t like he’d tell Apollo if he had.

“Good luck on your case. I know Prosecutor Von Karma can be intimidating but she’s mellowed out a lot since I faced her in court. You got this!”

Prosecutor Von Karma…she had been practicing law abroad for some time now and had only just recently returned to Ka Bue. The daughter of Manfred Von Karma, the prosecutor with one of the longest win streaks known in the law world as well as the adoptive sister of the head prosecutor Miles Edgeworth. Family legacy aside, she was well known to be very good at what she did and to take very little nonsense in the courtroom. He’d have to be at the top of his game if he was going to be facing her. In his dream she’d been as formidable as he’d imagined… Perhaps it was some sort of subconscious warning against complacency? Sure. He’d go with that.

“Athena’s out of the office today but should be able to assist you in the trial tomorrow if you need back up.” He knew she’d been enjoying some down time after her last big case and didn’t want to drag her into his own workload. Still, her skills were invaluable in many past cases so he should consider his options carefully.  

“Water Charley for me, won’t you?”

Oh, he’d been in his own head about the case and not responding to Mr. Wright, oops. “Of course. I’ve got things here Mr. Wright. Go enjoy Trucy’s show”

“I know you’ve got this, I just gotta do my job as your boss, heh. See ya in a few days.”

“Don’t forget to take a few videos of the show for me!”

“‘Course.” He says as he leaves the room with a small wave.

 He fixes his signature spikes and pulls on his suit pinning his badge to the lapel. 

His pretrial nerves were starting to get to him as well as lingering weirdness from the dream. Well. No one was here to judge him for doing his cords of steel warm ups as he got ready sooo-

“APOLLO JUSTICE IS DOING FINE!!”

“APOLLO! JUSTICE! IS DOING FINE!”

“I'M FINE!”

“I! AM! FINE!”

(Alright!! All warmed up! It's go time, Apollo!)

He hops on his bike and pedals away to the detention center. He vaguely remembers how there had been a traffic jam in his dream so he takes an alternative route where he could stick to side streets more. Silly maybe but hey if his subconscious was trying to protect him from being late who was he to argue?

  A woman is waiting for him outside the building. She is technically the one who hired him. (Odile if I remember correctly. She’s a Ka Buan citizen but has been abroad up until recently. She was part of a group that saved the country of Vaugarde.) 

This case was somewhat of a diplomatic nightmare. Despite the distance, Vauguarde and Ka Bue were in pretty good standing with one another. Convicting one the saviors of Vauguarde carried steep political implications. A citizen of Ka Bue had been murdered though and the law was clear that justice must be served regardless of the circumstances of the accused. It was his job to prove his client innocent and possibly prevent an international incident. (No pressure!)

“Mr. Justice.” She says it more as a statement than a question. HIs defense badge must have given him away.

“Yes, ma'am! At your service!”  He realizes he sounds a bit too over eager and tones it back a bit. “You must be madame Odile?”

“That’s correct.” She gives him an appraising look. Her expression does not give away any conclusions she may have drawn. “Thank you for coming out on such short notice.”

“Of course.” (Short notice is kind of the norm in my experience…) 

“Siffrin is inside. They wouldn’t let me inside to talk to them but they should let you in as his lawyer.” 

(She seems calm for someone whose friend is currently being held on suspicion of murder. She’s either one tough lady or she’s convinced they didn’t do it.)

“I’ll see if I can get you visitation privileges after I talk to them.” 

She gives him a small nod. “Thank you.”

Apollo enters the detention center trying not to think too hard about how Odile had appeared so accurately in his dream. It was probably just his brain mixing up memory with dreams after all. She just looks similar enough that his brain THINKS it's the same! (....yeah that’s gotta be it)

His client looks very distraught. Understandable considering the circumstances but they look like they’re on the verge of a panic attack. (I should do something to calm them down.)

In Vauguardian he says: “Hey, breathe for a second alright?” When their attention snaps to him he hesitates for a moment then: “Here um. LIke this?” He breathes in. Then out. 

They follow his lead and after a bit seem to have centered themself a bit. A realization seems to dawn on them a moment later however. “How did you know to do that?”

“A breathing exercise? I mean. It's a pretty common calming technique isn’t it?”

“No- You…did it differently before” 

“Before…?” (I did do it differently in the dream didn’t I? This way seemed to work better for them in the dream so I guess I just led with it? But that was just a dream. Wasn’t it???)

They seem to be deep in thought for a long moment then they fix an intense look on him. “Something of mine was found on the victim. What was it?”

“A coin.”

The answer was so automatic he surprises himself. That wasn’t right. He hadn’t even been to the crime scene yet. Sure in his dream there’d been a coin but that was just-

“Stars. You remember.”

[miorrtae]

NEWS FLASH ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི TAEYEON SMAU

NF 03 (half-written)

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As the girls just wrapped up a relentless dance practice session. Excitement buzzed in the air; the CEO had hinted at a special surprise today. The girls couldn’t stop speculating what it might be.

The practice room door creaked open, and in walked Lee Soo-man, the CEO himself, with a small, petite woman in tow. As she stepped into the light, gasps filled the room. It was Taeyeon, the legendary leader of Girls’ Generation.

“Girls, I’d like to introduce you to Taeyeon. She’ll be mentoring you for the next few months,” Lee Soo-man announced with a proud smile.

Taeyeon, dressed in casual chic with her signature black hair falling softly around her face, gave a small, shy wave. She looked slightly unsure, glancing around the room as if seeking approval.

The members were starstruck. YN, in particular, couldn’t take her eyes off Taeyeon. To her, Taeyeon wasn’t just an idol; she was the epitome of beauty and talent. YN felt her heart race but tried to maintain a composed exterior.

Breaking the silence YN, stepped forward and bowed deeply. “It’s an honor to meet you, Taeyeon sunbaenim. We’re huge fans.”

Taeyeon smiled warmly, though her shyness was evident. “Thank you. I’m really excited to work with you all. I hope I can be of help. Or at least not make things worse,” she added with a dry chuckle.

The girls nodded eagerly, still somewhat in awe. YN managed a polite smile and a slight nod, her admiration tucked behind her calm demeanor.

“Why don’t we start with introductions?” Taeyeon suggested. “I’d love to know more about each of you. Unless you’d rather hear about my embarrassing debut stories. Those are always fun.”

As the girls introduced themselves, Taeyeon listened intently, her gentle demeanor putting them at ease. When it was YN’s turn, she took a deep breath and spoke with a steady voice. “I’m YN, the main vocalist and leader of Noémie. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sunbaenim.”

Taeyeon nodded appreciatively. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, YN. I’m looking forward to hearing your voice. No pressure or anything.”

YN felt a warmth spread through her at Taeyeon’s words, but she simply nodded again, keeping her feelings well-guarded.

With the initial awkwardness fading, the session turned into a lively conversation about music, performance, and dreams. Taeyeon’s initial doubts about mentoring vanished as she saw the passion and dedication in Noémie’s eyes. But she couldn't keep her eyes off of one specific girl.

Taeyeon continued getting to know the girls and casually sharing amusing and self-deprecating stories from her early days. “I once tripped on stage and pretended it was part of the choreography. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.”

The girls burst into laughter, feeling more relaxed. YN, though more reserved in expressing her admiration, couldn’t help but smile widely at Taeyeon’s humor.

As the discussion flowed, Taeyeon noticed the girl, Yn, was quieter than the rest. Her presence was subtle yet striking, a calm amidst the energetic chatter of the others. Taeyeon saw herself in Yn’s reserved demeanor, recalling her own early days of uncertainty and quiet determination. She also noticed how the other girls looked to Yn for cues, indicating her role as their leader.

Taeyeon took a deep breath, gathering her courage to speak directly to Yn. Despite her years of performing, one-on-one conversations still made her nervous, especially with someone new. “So, Yn,” she began softly, “what’s your dream when it comes to music?”

Yn looked up, slightly startled to be the center of attention. She hesitated for a moment, then spoke just as quietly, “I want to create music that touches people’s hearts, like your songs do. I want to be able to express emotions that words alone can’t.”

Taeyeon gave a small, understanding smile, her eyes reflecting a mix of nostalgia and admiration. “That’s… that’s a beautiful dream,” she managed, her voice gentle. “It’s not easy, but it’s worth every effort. What kind of music inspires you?”

“Ballads,” Yn replied without hesitation. “The way they can convey so much emotion with just a voice and a piano… it’s powerful.”

“I can see why,” Taeyeon nodded, feeling a little more at ease. “Some of my favorite songs to perform are ballads. They allow you to connect deeply with your audience. Do you, um, write your own music?

Yn nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. “I do. I’m still learning, but it’s something I’m passionate about.”

“That’s great,” Taeyeon said, her voice a bit steadier. “Keep writing, keep practicing. The more you put your heart into it, the more your music will resonate with others.”

The session continued, filled with shared experiences and advice. As they wrapped up, she made a mental note to pay closer attention to Yn’s progress. There was something special about her, something that reminded Taeyeon of her own journey.

Before leaving, Taeyeon approached Yn, her shyness returning but determined to offer support. “If you, um, ever need any guidance or feedback on your music, don’t hesitate to reach out.”

Yn’s eyes widened with gratitude. “Thank you, Taeyeon. That means a lot to me.”

Taeyeon nodded, feeling a sense of connection. “I was a leader in my group too. It’s a big responsibility, but it also gives you a chance to shape the group’s direction. If you ever need advice on that, I’m here.”

Yn smiled, her admiration for Taeyeon clear. “Thank you. I’ll remember that.”

As Taeyeon walked away, she felt a connection had been made, not just as a mentor, but as someone who understood the unique challenges of being a leader. She knew that this was just the beginning of something meaningful, both for Yn and for herself. The future looked bright for Noémie, with Taeyeon by their side.

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[miracles-and-butterflies]

Another snippet of Heartstopper AU because I was asked to share some of the locked in the music room incident between Mirabel and Moana. Albeit this is just what happened beforehand.

Specifically by @dandylion94.

“You mean… you didn’t bring anyone? Aww, Bela. It’s okay, I mean I invited pretty much all of my colleagues here tonight—”

Isabela looked up from her phone at that. “To your old school’s summer showcase?”

“Why not?” Luisa countered.

“Why? Do you hate them? Did they give you a bad shift or something?” She questioned.

“What are you talking about? Everyone is clearly here to watch and enjoy our hermanita’s performance! Stop acting like it’s some sort of punishment.” Luisa tugged Isabela over to the refreshments table, before she ended up walking into the crowd of people.

“Yeah, but our sister is just some random kid in the orchestra—”

“She’s the lead flutist, actually.”

“There’s only two of them!”

“And she’s the better one!”

“So? You can’t fucking hear the flute when they all play anyways,” Isabela grumbled, realising she wasn’t going to win against Luisa. She picked up one of the cups of juice - unlike Luisa, she wasn’t that desperate to wait in the never ending cue for bad coffee. “All you can hear is the string section. Which worked really well for Dolores when we had to watch her play in all these.”

Luisa glanced over to the stage. A group of girls, not so much younger than herself, all fiddling with the violins and violas like prized trophies for the parents that were taking Instagram photos.

“So…” Luisa muttered, quietly. “What you’re saying is… we should go collect some stones from outside, when they start performing we throw them and take out the entire string section?”

Isabela scoffed, “As funny as that would be, no. Remember the Nativity we watched? Where we got kicked out and had to stand in that fucking snowstorm all night?”

Luisa almost shivered at the memory, but nevertheless shared the mischievous grin. “I think our comments really added to the story.”

“Yeah! Fuck that stupid teacher, she doesn’t know what she’s on about. We improved her shitty play.”

“Um, excuse me?”

They both turned around. Momentarily worried that said teacher had been in earshot this entire time. Or if not her, perhaps some other old teacher who was about to throw the pair of them out before they could even sit down. But instead, and to their relief, it was Moana; one of Camilo’s friends.

“Hey,” Isabela greeted. “Are you a part of this musical thing too? I never thought you were interested in music and you aren’t in uniform, but you do you—”

“No, I’m not. Well, not performing. I’ve come to watch,” she explained, blushing a little.

“Did Camilo drag you along with him?” Luisa guessed. “Not surprised in the least. He refuses to sit with anyone in the family at school events. Is the rest of the crew here too?”

“I.. I don’t think so?”

“Lucky bitches.” Isabela grumbled under her breath.

Moana shook herself. “Anyways, have you seen Camilo or Mirabel anywhere?”

“They were here. But the orchestra lady sent Mirabel out of the auditorium to get some sheet music she left somewhere in the music department.” Luisa replied, in between craning her neck over the cue that still had barely moved. “I imagine Camilo probably has snuck his way in behind her. He’ll be setting up some prank in the classroom.”

“Or escaping.” Isabela added.

The girl nodded in understanding and disappeared off without saying anything more.

“She seemed eager to leave,” Luisa mused.

“I know right? I can’t believe Milo didn’t let me crash in on the fun.” Isabela complained, her eyes glued back on her phone. “How come both Dolores and Camilo get out of this but I have to be here?”

“No, I mean, not that. I mean… didn’t you see her? Her cheeks were all red; she was clearly blushing, Bela. And the rest of their friend group isn’t here. So there must be a reason why she came and not the others - and I don’t think she’s got the same prank-energy as the rest of them, so what gives?” Lusia broke off in a gasp. “Holy shit, she has a crush on Mirabel!”

It didn’t take long before Moana managed to slip her way out of the auditorium and eventually made her way down the music/drama department of their school. Though, to her, it felt like time was going painfully slowly. All the nerves and excitement crashing together like powerful waves and leaving her a mess.

“Hey, where the hell have you been? I’ve been waiting like forever!” Camilo demanded. Clambering off a desk he had been walking on and linking arms with Moana.

“Well, I—”

“Doesn’t matter, I don’t wanna know. We don’t have the time.” He pointed down the corridor. “Okay, so while I was ditching literature as usual this afternoon, I hid the orchestra marked files in that room. The one at the far end. It’s the one with that weird door that locks. The plan is: I’m gonna send Mirabel in, claiming I saw some papers in there - she’s currently searching one of the practice rooms - then I’m gonna send you in after her and lock the door…”

“And then?” Moana asked.

“You’ll talk and kiss and work everything out! And BOOM! Girlfriends!” He whispered-yelled into her ear. “It’s the perfect plan!”

“Yeah, I get that. How are we getting out?”

He shrugged, “Well, I’ll be nearby. Stealing snacks from the vending machines and hoping none of the adults or teachers catch me lurking. Just text me when you’re done. If I can’t get it open, I’ll just burst into the hall screaming for help. So… you ready to finally get a girlfriend?”

She stopped for a moment to catch her breath. From where they had stopped, she could just about see into the large room the orchestra used to practice every Monday. It was also where all the orchestra had left their bags and instrument cases for tonight, with Mirabel slowly scanning the space and tiptoeing between them to find the sheet music that should have been there. All perfect in her uniform as always, her flute still in hand.

“Yeah. I am.” She smiled, bashfully.

“Okay, great!” He snapped his fingers. “You go hide somewhere for now and I’ll convince Mirabel to check the room. It’ll be easy, I’m such a good actor!”

[ineffablenlghtingales]

Oh my, the flashback of Crowley and Aziraphale before the beginning of everything. Angel!Crowley is so adorable. Those little squeaks of delight when he's making the stars...

Aziraphale ends up popping his happiness when he mentions the plans that the universe and all of that is supposed to end in about six thousand years. Then Crowley's understandably upset but just asks (with genuine desire to know, I think) “How much trouble can I get into just asking a few questions?” Okay so I know I asked earlier about Crowley's Fall and y'all said it was implied in one way or another. Was his Fall because he dared to question the Almighty's plans and by those questions seemed to go against the great plan? Because if so, that isn't fair and I don't think Crowley deserved to be cast from Heaven into boiling pools of sulfur and condemned to an eternity as a demon just because he didn't understand the point of creating something so beautiful that would only be destroyed in the blink of an eye. (Another thing I could probably write more about at some later point...)

Then we're brought to present-day London where Crowley meets Shax (hm I decided I don't really like her.) So as I understand it, she's taken Crowley's place as Hell's ambassador? (Did I miss something in S1 or was it explicitly said that Crowley was Hell's ambassador on earth bec it was news to me). I love how Crowley just doesn't give a shit at all.

Memory-wiped Gabriel shows up in his skivvies and I felt sorry for Aziraphale and the massive headache he must have had dealing with him. But I loved John Hamm's performance. Like Gabriel is kind of stupid but not so much stupid as his head is just empty of everything.

Ever the one to help people in need, Azi lets him in, gives him a blanket and tries to figure out what the heaven is going on. Okay, but “You know what it’s like when you don’t know anything at all but you’re totally certain that everything would be better if you were near one particular person?” had me. Azi reacted a little bit too strongly to that, and are we to understand that he's denying the fact that Crowley happens to be that person for him? Open your eyes, dear Azi. Don't deny it, love. Then Gabriel, mentions that “something terrible” might happen and there’s a “thing” he’s supposed to give Aziraphale. The thing turns out to be an empty cardboard box.

Then, one of my favorite scenes. Crowley loses his shit when he sees Gabriel, and you see the poor demon is very much startled.

Crowley (very angry and confused): What's he doing here? Aziraphale: I don't know. Crowley (not impressed): Ask him! Aziraphale (helplessly): He doesn't know either. Crowley (really very much not impressed) *growls*: Ask him, properly! Crowley (to Gabriel): WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING. IN. THIS. BOOK-SHOP-PAH. (makes sure to pop that 'p') Gabriel (a little bit confused): I. Am. Dusting. *Waves the duster in the air)

Then the goose chase for Gabriel begins, Crowley is dragged back to Hell and gets threatened a bit by Beelzebub. Oh! I almost forgot. Crowley gets so mad he electrocutes himself. It was kind of funny. Like I loved how he's stalking out of the bookshop trying (not very hard maybe) to control his anger, and then he starts smoking. Then he shakes and gives up. "I can't do this. I'm so angry!" and yep, electrocutes himself also locking Maggie and Nina in their shop.

Crowley eventually frees the women with a snap of his fingers and goes back to apologize to Azi. But the angel wants the "I Was Wrong Dance” before he’ll forgive his friend for ditching him — and though Crowley is not so okay with that, he does it in the end with this fantastic flourish and bow at the end. Excuse me, sir.

So then they put their heads together and try to figure out what to do about Gabriel and decide to each do half a miracle to hide the amnesiac archangel. They do and are pretty convinced it works. BUT it sets off big alarms in Heaven, whoops.

Recap for 2x02 to come tomorrow, hopefully!

[lazyspeedy]

like i genuinely feel bad for women with shitty bfs but also, why r u airing (video recording) out ur dirty laundry for the world to see 🧍

[foxgloveinspace]

People jumping ship cause of the new masks is very ahhhh. Telling. Tbh.

[totally-not-an-awkward-okapi]

Look man I just think it’s a shame that Lon Chaney Jr’s horror film debut usually gets cut from the roster.

[phantom-of-the-keurig]

I love when ppl try to throw shade at codywan or insist it’s unreasonable because like okay baby, ur so right, codywan is totally impossible but Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi would 100% fuck his padawan, the literal embodiment of angsty mental illness Anakin Skywalker

We’ve been so blind. Two extremely competent and responsible adult men growing close over the course of a war and finding comfort in each other? Ridiculous. Who would think such a thing 😒 everyone knows clones don’t have dicks, clones don’t fuck. Unless it’s a self insert OC of course, then the clones may fuck

But absolutely, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi would definitely get down and dirty with Anakin. Padme? Who the fuck is that? The only Pad I May need is extra padding for my ass when I sit and read a 300k fic about Jedi power bottom Kenobi taking back shots from Anakin.

In case you couldn’t tell, this is satire. One of my biggest pet peeves is people trying to justify their ship by insisting its only logical, basically canon tbh, anything else is silly and helllllloooo who would ever ship that other thing haha it makes no sense right?

Stop it. If you want to see Obi-Wan get his back blown out by Anakin, just say that. It’s okay to wanna see ur fave characters fuck or suck each other off you don’t have to gas light urself + everyone else preaching about how it’s the only reasonable / most believable / most practical ship. And yah some people may find your ship a little fuckin weird but who cares, show ur fave ship + characters some respect and stand by them without some twitter level performative nonsense

Do you wanna see two characters touch peepees? Okay then, that’s all the justification you need. And especially if you’re gonna ship something a little dicey at least have the balls to be proud and upfront about it smh 💀

TLDR: you don’t have to craft some grandiose analysis to justify why you ship something, the best ships sail with vibes alone. Stand by your ships / ideas / headcanons don’t be a coward. Y’all be barking and yapping too much except when it comes to standing on business 💀💀💀

[bugscreating]

I finished more art, I was playing with colored line art. I can’t tell if I like it. I have so many ideas for this

[petrichor-moss-and-lightning]

screaming crying throwing up

[VIDEO ID: Joy Wang is standing in front of a car, facing her mother, Evelyn Wang. The scene is dark, with minimal lighting from the left side of the frame. Joy is crying as she asks Evelyn, “why not go somewhere where your — where your daughter is more than just this”. She laughs ruefully as the camera turns to see Evelyn looking saddened. END ID]

[boltgunkiller-archive]

i find it damn near impossible to get mad at santana’s behavior in 3x06 and 3x07 because i genuinely do think she had the right to be lashing out at everybody. sue me idk

[soullessjack]

okay so I’m finally rewatching adventure time in its fullest glory (not for the first time, I grew up with the show but just never actively finished it) so I can get to fionna and cake and idk.. I’m thinking a lot about that doily caterpillar from Finn’s imagination who says it could represent his secret desire to be civilized and then the “real you” episode where he tries to not be a stupid uncivilized hero boy for pb’s science convention and basically ends by (re?)establishing that being civilized is not the real him .. … yea. Don’t have anything to say yet tho, just know that I’m thinking about it. A lot.

[roobylavender]

this is definitely one of my more controversial stances but while i believe oliver queen absolutely has to be played by a white man i don’t think bruce wayne necessarily has to be

[pearlsdiamondsandvodka]

me thinking it’s good that claudia is not played by a child since child actors is a very tricky area vs me thinking about how the storyline won’t be as impactful when claudia is portrayed by an actress who is 18; fight

[acrobattack]

been perusing the tags for a bit. why are you people so concerned about whether a ship is toxic or not. this is a show targeted towards 6-11 year olds starring five year olds it is truly not that serious

[ragazza-paradiso]

tried to go through the loreen tag to see some positivity but all of you are sore losers. loreen won :) goodnight