#not deesee

[sinistarz]

Ermm. Yeah

[small-witch-big-hat]

Don't know if I've posted her, but I was reminded recently that a friend made me a fantroll. Her name is Deesee Sawkit, and zhe haz a quirk zhat izn't tu complicated. (S becomes Z, double any "e" that's pronounced "ee", "oo" sound becomes "u". W's become UU's.)

She is a goldblood troll, and a little bit of a mutant in that her psychic powers express specifically as generation of and control over electricity. Her horns help her to detect the shift and flow of electric fields around her, and they're actually a fused double pair of horns, as evidenced by the holes towards the tips.

Her sign is Gempia.

Got something that's broken? She's going to be digging into it to try to fix, before she can stop herself.

Sometimes calls herself Aiysee. Not to the point of being an actual alter, but she likes to imagine having a twin sister who she can bounce ideas off of.

Like some other goldblood mutants, she has telltale eyes, which is part of why she wears her hair to cover them. She can see through it well enough, and her electric sense helps compensate.

[timelinefancomic]

Yet another video showing off some events before TIMELINE begins. This takes place before Detroit Rock City. Johna's parents are featured in the fourth quarter of the video!

Speaking of the Detroit Rock City animatic, remember how in the description I said that it was the longest with 120-something frames? This one clocks out at 241 . . . hope you enjoy!

[magpiejay1234]

More 80s Titans brainrot, cause why not. This time with Tara and Rachel again.

Rachel Roth is of course, is a very Jewish name. Rachel literally means ewe in Hebrew, just like Arella means messenger of God, or more literally, an angel. So sheep and an angel. Very Christ-y. 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roth_(surname)

Roth has Germanic origins, but apparently it was a popular surname adopted by (Ashkenazi) Jews in Germanic countries. It means the following:

The spilling of blood from the warrior class of ancient Germanic soldiers; Ethnic name for an Anglo-Saxon, derived from rot (meaning "red" before the 7th century), referencing red-haired people; Topographical name, derived from rod (meaning "wood"), meaning a dweller in such a location; Derivative from hroth (from the Proto-Germanic word for "fame"; related to hrod); Local name for 18th-century Ashkenazi refugees to Germany; Derivative from roe in the ancient Danish language to signify (of) a king; Of the red colour of clay, as in pottery (German).

Bunch of possible associations. I'm guessing most of the associations with the color red has to do with her earlier relationship with Wally, not the later associations her character has.

I think the initial vibe Wolfman-Perez were going for was the inverted Christ imagery, as a sacrifical sheep soaked in blood, for Trigon’s return. Obviously Joey’s hero name, Jericho, also ironically teases he will be killed by his own father’s hand, with Slade being shown as a Biblical Pagan King, punished to kill his own Jewish son.

For Tara,

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tara_(given_name)

Irish Gaelic: refers to the Hill of Tara, or Teamhair na Rí, the legendary seat of the High King of Ireland In Serbia the name is often associated with the mountain of Tara and national park in Serbia and river Tara in Montenegro and Bosnia and Herzegovina Sanskrit, Hindi, Urdu, Nepali, Marathi, Persian, Punjabi, Kurdish, Tamil, Bengali, Telugu, Sinhalese: "Star"

Obviously Tara is chosen because it is similar to Terra, but it is interesting it refers to high places in both Irish Gaelic and Serbian, though Serbian Mountain of Tara’s name is apparently based off an Illyrian tribe that lived there (which are considered to be ancestors of Albanians in Balkans, not really a Slavic connection). It is more likely that Irish Gaelic connection is more important, since Brion also comes from Gaelic word for Hill:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brian

It is possible that the name is derived from an Old Celtic word meaning "high" or "noble".[1] For example, the element bre means "hill"; which could be transferred to mean "eminence" or "exalted one"

There isn’t much to discuss about the name Markov, though. It comes from Mark, and -ov is just a suffix more or less meaning “sons of x”. As tamaranorbust made clear in her Terra retrospective, this comes from Georgi Markov, Bulgarian dissident writer assasinated by the Bulgarian Secret Service and the KGB :

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georgi_Markov

As for the surname itself, it is mostly common in Russia and Bulgaria, and not really common other Slavic countries, most notably, not Czechia or Slovakia (though the surname still exists there apparently), which serve as the initial basis for Markovia. No wonder other DC writers took Brad Meltzer by moving Markovia way further east geographically.

Another thing to note, apparently there are some cases where the Markov surname isn’t given the feminine form, Markova:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margaret_Markov

Though the Czech spelling apparently would be Marková:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zuzana_Markov%C3%A1_(soprano)

Another thing to note about Meltzer, obviously he went the retcon of Brion meaning Superman in Markovian language, but I don’t know if the name Tara was pun Kara’s name (which also doesn’t come from Turkic Kara, but Latin, Gaelic or Greek Cara, which mean similar but different things), or perhaps some cheeky reference to both Laura (Madame Rouge) and/or Rita. I assume both are in effect.

[smuttyassholes]

deesees TAEYONG #nonlanguagelove #sleptinakidstrucksinceiturned53 #dontforgetmemyloverlybongobabey

- asshole 4

[weaversweek]

Uncool 50 - mature tunes

Part of the #Uncool50 project, an autobiography told through pop singles.

There is something fundamentally and very Scottish about Runrig. The bracing sound, it’s big. Big! BIG!!! Wide-open moors, the ocean stretches off to the horizon and beyond. I’d quietly been a fan for a few years, and was chuffed to see “Hearthammer” get the lads into the national chart.

The song is nostalgia, but properly optimistic, the world will get better at every turn. “I’m still here with the eyes of a child, the wonder never grows old,” that kind of thing

“Fall at your feet” by Crowded House. A song for lovers.

For a summer job at a record shop, the manager asked me to sell him a recent song I was passionate about. “Constant craving” by k d lang.

It’s a song about the universal human experience – we have dark days, we’re nervous, feel a bit rubbish. We hope for something better, constantly crave for a connection, some relief, someone to understand us.

Or, if you prefer, it’s a very physical love song.

Or, if you prefer, it’s a bloody clever musical composition, subverts the usual major-key DESH descending scale (which we’d later hear on Oasis’s “Whatever”) with a minor-key DEES. Builds up a whole lot of tension, then resolves it with a DEESEED reversal on “A-ha! Constant craving!”.

Got the job. Kept me going three summers, two Christmases, and my student loan manageable. More university days next time.

[yeoniedits]

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[kpoptimeout]

Lucky K-Pop fan girls from Mnet’s “Study Abroad Girl: Ticket to K-POP” finished the show by making “POPSICLE” MV as UHSN!

Do you love this one-off fun project Mnet did with these dedicated K-Pop fans?

[sinistarz]

nobody sees my vision like I do

[timelinefancomic]

New gif! Had so much fun with this one..

[magpiejay1234]

You know, as insane Batman: Odyssey is, I must appreciate that one of the last things Neal Adams did was make Brutalia a childhood friends to lovers ship.

Never let anyone tell you your shipfic won't be canon.

[chicago-geniza]

why...are so many ~*~mainstream disability activist types...such deesee policy-think-tank congressperson-stan west-wing-idealist libs. it’s so disappointing lol

[roonil-wazlib-at-221b]

A Handmaiden’s Lies: Part 2

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

About a year has passed since Tom last visited Avenge. He and his men spent quite a fair amount of time at Deesee, a neighboring kingdom known for mining precious jewels. In fact, they spent more time there than they normally did, so Tom cut their visit to the kingdom of Thanatoia short. It’s not like he and his men stick to a schedule or anything; they vaguely circulate between the three kingdoms to escape harsh winters and authority figures out for their heads.

It’s just that… well.

Not a day passed where Tom didn’t think of you. He was anxious and worried that something could happen to you and the way he’d find out is by waking up and discovering that the words on his forearm were gone. Or that you would find someone else and it would just be another cruel joke played by the universe to show Tom yet again that he is unlovable. Or that you would simply forget about him.

“Worrying is normal,” Haz told him again and again. “Soulmates aren’t meant to be apart for so long. It’s like how you would be worried for me if I was lost, only… worse.”

A lot worse, Tom had mentally agreed every time.

But now he’s back. Surely you’ll come to visit, right? You’ll hear about him and his men back in the kingdom you’re so protective of and you’ll come to check on them to make sure nobody’s misbehaving.

Right?

No.

A full week passes and nothing. Tom’s seething. Haz and Paddy let all the horses out of a rich man’s stable four days ago. Sam and Harry robbed a bank at gunpoint three days ago. William stole a carriage and Tomas crashed it yesterday.

Nothing.

And Tom’s livid. It’s been entirely too long and you’re ignoring him and he can hardly march up to the castle and demand to see you, can he? Especially because he doesn’t even know your name.

That’s a big part of why he’s angry. You know his. Tom hadn’t even bothered to ask you what yours is. So, really, if you decide to stay away for life, Tom can hardly stop you, can he?

So that is why he is walking up Iron Street, throwing Molotov cocktails at every carriage he sees.

Well, every empty carriage. You’re already going to be pissed about the property damage. Killing someone might be crossing the line.

Tom cheerfully lights another rag and hurls it at a red-and-gold carriage. How dare these people be wealthy when Tom and his men live in squalor. How dare these families be unbroken when his own parents told him he was unlovable at seven years old and left him and his brothers at an orphanage. How dare these couples be happy when Tom’s own soulmate wants nothing to do with him.

“That’s enough,” Z says at his side. “I’m sure she’ll get the hint.”

Tom snorts as he surveys the chaos. People running and yelling, carriages and carts going up in flames, and no one has the nerve to tell Tom to stop. Everyone knows by now that the Holland gang comes by every spring and they leave when they damn well please.

Someone shoves Tom from behind hard and he goes sprawling.

Already snarling, Tom jumps to his feet and turns around. His hands and knees sting from taking a fall on hard, unforgiving pebbles, and his pride is even more bruised but all that is forgotten when he sees who his assailant is.

“You call this a hint?” you snap at Zendaya with surprising ferocity.

“What’s your name?” Tom blurts out immediately. He might just die if you don’t transfer your attention back to him this very second.

Your mouth drops open wide and you just blink at Tom. Your hair is coming out of its braid and two pink spots of anger have appeared high on your cheekbones. You look simultaneously exactly like and nothing like the statue you’d been when Tom first met you. Finally you say slowly, “You destroy my kingdom with acts of terrorism, threaten my people’s lives, and steal our hard-earned money all because of a hissy fit that you don’t know my name?”

Tom winces. When you say it like that, it doesn’t sound as reasonable as it had been in Tom’s head. “I knew you’d never meet me otherwise.”

“Let’s go back to the camp,” Zendaya suggests. She doesn’t quail under the thunderous look you send her way. “That way you two can talk in private.”

Tom bites his lip anxiously. Thank God, but you say yes, and follow Zendaya as she leads the way out of the partially burnt capital city.

Tom studies your face as he walks. You’re just as beautiful as he remembers—more, even, if that is even possibly. But he also notices dark circles under your eyes, a bandage on your right pointer finger, and shoulders that slump slightly. The clues are faint but there and Tom’s chest floods with rage and concern at the thought of you being anything less than healthy.

“What happened to your finger?” he asks quietly.

You shake your head. “I just burnt it on a candle. It’s not a big deal.” Your hand goes to your skirt. Now Tom sees that there is something in a pocket he hadn’t noticed. He can see its outline as you walk.

His soulmate wouldn’t try to hurt him, Tom reasons. There’s no reason to be worried about something in your pocket that could be, quite literally, anything.

You manage the trek to the camp through the forest quite well, though you are breathing heavier by the time you arrive. Tom hopes he just imagines the condescending look Zendaya sends you. He wants the two most important women in his life to get along.

Haz looks up at your arrival. To Tom’s surprise, his face splits into a great grin when he sees you. You let out a squeak as his arms encircle your body.

Tom tries not to be jealous that his best mate is hugging his soulmate—actually lifting you into the air. He fails miserably and Zendaya snickers as she links hands with George.

“What are you doing?” you manage. Tom gets the feeling you’d be shoving Haz away if your arms weren’t trapped at your side with his.

“It’s a hug,” Harrison replies, setting you down. Confusion flashes over his features. “You do know what a hug is, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” you scoff. “But I have no idea who you are other than the boy who tried to choke me last year. So—”

“You’re family now,” Harrison shrugs. For the second time in as many hours, you’re at a loss for words. “I’m Harrison, by the way.”

You ease your hand into his outstretched one and give it a loose shake. Tom doesn’t miss the way you drop Haz’s hand as quick as you can and then wipe your hand on your skirt. “Y/N.”

He scowls. What, you’re too good to shake hands with a criminal now? Your own soulmate is a gang leader.

Then again, he knows your name now.

“Where’s your friend?” Tomas asks loudly. He’d spotted you and, still bearing a grudge from last year when you’d called him some unsavory words, is more than happy to needle you. Unfortunately, his raised tone draws attention. Suddenly there’s a crowd watching your every move, eager to pounce on weakness after that commotion you’d caused last year.

Tom spots Paddy pushing his way through the crowd, eyes fixed solely on you with a thunderous expression on his face.

Shit. He doesn’t know you’re his soulmate. Tom hadn’t told anyone but Haz. He hadn’t really had a choice about that, too; an explanation was necessary when Haz had seen his arm. Something told Tom you wouldn’t want the news spread, considering you wanted him to leave so badly. Judging by your raised eyebrows and head tilted towards Haz, it was the right call.

“I’m quite flattered to see you all remember me,” you say. “I must have made quite the impression.”

Beside Tom, Zendaya snorts. “You’re not going to be able to handle this one, Tom. This is going to be hilarious.” Wait—does she know? Tom looks at Z, who winks. Shit.

“I must be extremely special,” you continue, “for a group of half-witted common thieves to remember me when I can hardly even expect them to remember what they had for breakfast.”

That does it. Paddy lunges at you as people start to shout. Then William, who was still struggling to understand what you said, sees Paddy lunge at you and bawls, “Fight!” He then proceeds to uppercut Tomas right into Sam, and it all gets worse from there.

“Aw, hell,” Tom mutters, surveying the camp full of brawling kids. He sighs and sidesteps around two camp girls who are screeching and clawing at each other. You’re being pinned by Paddy, his arm pressed against your throat. “Paddy, stop!” He orders sharply. His little brother looks up at that, scowling, and you use the distraction to bring your knee up between his legs and bite down on his arm. Paddy spits out some unsavory words and rolls off of you.

“You were goading them,” Tom remarks with a half-laugh as he surveys the camp. You huff, standing up and rubbing at your neck with a vague look of consternation.

“Hardly.” You smooth your hair with one hand. “I’d barely started. One couldn’t dare to call one step a footrace, would they?” Maybe you had more to say, but Paddy lunges for you again.

“Where’re your Chiefs now, handmaiden?” he goads. “Maybe you’re not as important as you think to your—”

Tom steps forward, teeth grinding both at the cynical anger that his brother—his subordinate—is disobeying his orders, and the instinctual rage that someone else is touching you, someone else is hurting you—but he jerks to a halt when an arrow seemingly sprouts from a tree beside Paddy. It misses Tom’s brother by less than an inch.

“I’d say they’re still here,” you grunt from where you are underneath Paddy, “but I think that message has been received.”

“Get off her, Paddy,” Tom orders. For once his brother listens.

How you manage to look dignified as you sit up, Tom doesn’t know. You rise to your feet gracefully, still looking like all this is beneath you even though you’ve got a bloody lip and a skinned elbow. Tom doesn’t think even Zendaya could look so cool under pressure. Then again, Z rarely has legendary, mystical Chiefs guarding her ass.

“What, you need the trump card to win a fight?” Paddy snarls. “Typical. You castle women—”

“Patrick goddamn Holland!” Tom barks. “Listen to me: back. Off. If you can’t listen to my orders then don’t follow us.”

“Where are you going?” the younger Holland asks, the shock of being referred to by his birth name distracting him from the attack mission he’d set himself on earlier. He has the decency to look sheepish when he runs his hand through his hair, transforming from a rabid wolf about to pounce to a curious dog.

“To my tent,” Tom answers, “to talk.”

“Why?” Paddy asks. It’s the straw that breaks the horse’s back. “What could she—”

“None of your goddamn business!” Tom snaps. “Now you fix up this mess you started while the grownups talk!”

A stony expression sets his jaw. Paddy spins on his heel. Tom almost calls out to him, especially when Zendaya remarks that his reaction had been a bit harsh.

“Holland set very clear instructions and the boy failed to follow them,” you counter as Paddy clears up the fighting. “Everyone must learn their place eventually.”

Tom glances at you but your expression is unreadable. It sounded like you were giving him a compliment. Or at least saying that Tom wasn’t in the wrong.

“But Paddy was right,” Harrison admits while holding up the entrance to Tom’s tent and ducking inside. “What is there to discuss? I mean, I’m sure we have extra tents but you’ll probably just sleep in Tom’s, right?”

Tom grimaces. So he hadn’t told Haz about you not being in a particular hurry to get together. The strangled choke you let out while entering doesn’t encourage him at all.

“I did not come here to discuss anything of that sort,” you say primly, making yourself at home by settling down and arranging your skirt. Instinctively everyone else sits down as well. You just have that ‘leader’ sort of aura. Tom doesn’t have to wonder why you’re the queen’s assistant.

“So it’s true,” Zendaya remarks. “I thought so when I saw the words on your arm, Tom, but I wasn’t sure.”

“Who exactly knows about our situation?” you ask with exasperation as you turn to Tom.

“I’m sorry, what’s the ‘situation’ here?” Harrison asks. Tom can see his friend’s face going thunderous but can’t catch his eye to tell Haz to stop, as he’s staring resolutely at you.

“I have a kingdom to run,” you snap. “Once things are calmer then maybe—”

“I’m sorry, isn’t it the queen’s job to run Marvel?” Zendaya interrupts. “You’re just her assistant.”

“I—we—it is a group effort. No man can take on a mountain.” You flick a piece of dirt off of your skirt.

“Oh, honey, you’re still bleeding,” Zendaya notices.

“What?” you put one hand to your lip. Your fingertips come away red. “Oh. I thought…”

“So you don’t care that Tom’s your soulmate?” Harrison interrupts. Zendaya dabs at your lip with one of Tom’s spare shirts she’d found lying on the floor. Tom is too invested in waiting for your answer to be embarrassed by his messy living space.

“Of course I do!” you reply, affronted. Tom sucks in a breath of air that is entirely too ragged and loud. “But as I’ve said before, I have bigger things to worry about.” You push Zendaya away.

Harrison casts his eyes to Tom, who’s sitting subdued in his chair, eyes on the ground. Because Tom sure won’t say it, Harrison tells you that excuse is a steaming pile of crap.

Your lip curls and eyes flash dangerously. Before Tom can say ‘Oh, no’ you’re on your feet. “I don’t care what a bastard reject boy thinks of me or my reasoning. Holland is not the only person whose feelings have to be considered in this situation. I am—”

Harrison spits on your skirt, no doubt regretting the hug he’d greeted you with. You close your eyes and look up, a muscle ticking in your jaw.

“Haz,” Tom warns. He lets the blond get away with a lot more than most, but he’s rapidly approaching a line it would be best not to cross.

“Dude, I cannot believe how bad your luck can be sometimes!” Harrison exclaims. “Typical Holland luck strikes again. Out of everyone in the world, you got paired up with this bitch! What are the odds that you get the worst soulmate—”

“Enough!” Tom yells. It’s too late. Zendaya is already grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the tent. “Nice, Haz.”

Harrison scowls. “Hey, I’m calling it like I see it. There’s got to be a mistake. No way the universe hates you that much.”

“Haz, even we know about the brewing war between Marvel and Thanatoia,” Tom reasons. “Once that’s all over we can be together.”

“Have you seen her, mate?” Harrison demands, snapping his fingers in front of Tom like that’s going to wake him up. “Why would you want to be with that?”

“Because she’s my soulmate,” Tom says stubbornly.

Harrison rolls his eyes. “You poor stupid son of a bitch.”

“Excuse me?”

“Soulmates don’t always work out, Tom,” Harrison points out. “And people marry people that aren’t their soulmate all the time. Just because you’re most compatible with Y/N doesn’t mean you’re not moderately compatible with someone else.”

“She has to love me,” Tom insists. “Y/N’s my soulmate.”

He stomps out of the tent and looks around for Zendaya and George’s tent. If he can just talk to you longer, Tom will be able to convince you to give them a try. He knows he can.

As he draws nearer to the tent, he can’t help himself; he stops outside to listen to the conversation.

“—really very excited,” Zendaya says. “The year was practically torture for him, and I can tell it was for you as well.”

You must shake your head or open your mouth to contradict her, because Z tells you not to lie.

“Trust me,” she continues, “I’ve spent enough time away from my soulmate to know what you were going through. You’re tough as hell to make it a whole year but everyone here already knows that. You don’t need to prove more.”

There’s silence inside the tent for so long Tom is about to walk away when you ask, “Can you tell me about him?”

A shocked smile spreads across Tom’s face.

“Well, Tom is a total softie,” Zendaya starts with. “He loves dogs in particular but he likes all animals except birds and lizards.”

You giggle and Tom’s stomach drops.

“And, let’s see,” Zendaya continues. Tom can picture her putting her finger to her chin as she thinks. “He can’t stand blueberries but loves pretty much every other type of berry. And…”

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[frischkasekuchen]

APH MIRROR WEEK 4: Chores(1p & 2p Bahamas)

Chores are really just a chore for Lydia. She hates having to do any sort of manual labor. Heck- even if she uses electronic devices, she’ll find a reason to complain. It’s either she hires a housekeeper or she’s passed out after mopping one room.

Deesee on the other hand actually does cleaning and maintenance on her house every day. Switching out lightbulbs, folds clothes, hand washes everything in need of washing and mopping. She believes that using electronic appliances are just another way for Americans to be lazy. She can be laid back yes, but labor is prayer to her. If she’s working, she’ll put her all into working! After all, she and Lydia used to be cleaning Britain’s castle top to bottom for eons!

Every time people visit her, her house is clean. Plates are ready for eating, your barefoot won’t pick up dirt, and if you’re sleeping over on a cold evening you get warm towels and bedsheets.

[roselalonde]

i dont know why people fight if deesee or marville is better uhm lol they are just comics -__- spider-man is cool tho

[mwagneto]

me discovering the new DC show has a depressed disaster gay: guess I'm a deesee stannie now :/