#robin 01

[asparkinhereyes]

man, idk what bruce was expecting when he took in a boy who’s been performing since before he could walk, especially one who has performance embedded deep into his body

[fiaxsouza]

Closed: @robinsantos

Location: Seasalt Spa

"Okay... I know there are client confidentiality clauses and all, but did I hear correctly that Sabrina Lewis is having her husband investigated?" Her friend had blown up her phone, sharing that this notable housewife in Orange County was causing a lot of ruckus recently out of spite for her husband's actions. "It's tax evasion, isn't it? He seems the type," she chuckled.

[vuldak-juneau]

“It is a natural talent I was born with,” Juneau smirked as if she had thought of some clever way to string the curse words together. Of course, she hadn’t, but that matter much. Perhaps when Robin was sober she’d try harder to think of something more impressive to say, but probably not.She could intuit that Robin was beginning to wind down–he seemed to emote slightly less, she could sense his heart rate had slowed, and thankfully he wasn’t falling off of tables again. She considered asking him where his tent was, but the idea of leaving him alone in it didn’t sit right in her stomach. 

She nodded in agreement. “I probably know less. I’m bad at these things. I don’t know how to say how I feel very well and even if I did I wouldn’t want to say it. People tend to leave so why humiliate myself,” she grumbled. But was humiliation the same thing as vulnerability? She started to think so less and less but old habits died hard. “I don’t think anything would work on him, but it would probably freak him out if some dirty blonde kid came up and bit him, but fine. I won’t.” She sat back a little, her expression of disbelief that Robin wasn’t sad, completely unfiltered and unhidden, but she didn’t comment. “Well, I can at least sit with you for now in case he comes up.”

"Well fuck, look at you go." Robin gave a half smile, but he didn't actually curse nearly as much as he probably should. Not as much as the other raider's did. It was a whole thing at times, but he could definitely give as good as he got. He sighed as they spoke of more depressing things, but he was starting to get more and more tired – the mead was kicking in, and Juneau wasn't going to leave him any time soon. This was nice.

Robin hummed, "Both our first tries? Shit. So you know just as much as I do. I think I saw him here, but I bet he's having a good time. He always has a good time. Wherever he goes." Meanwhile, he was drunk and miserable. "Bite him? I don't think that'll work on him. It's fine, totally fine. I'm not even that sad about it. It's good."

[blondebrainpowered]

Robin Williams and Shelley Duvall as Popeye and Olive Oyl in the 1980 movie Popeye.

[renirae]

illustration for chapter one of my new batfamily fic, first impressions (aren't everything) !! :D

Tim Drake is the youngest student in his grade by two years; Jason Todd is an instant outcast because he used to live on the streets. As a result, the two of them are paired up together in almost every school activity from the moment Jason joins Gotham Academy. This is a problem for Jason, because Tim Drake appears to be the most stuck-up and pretentious rich brat that he has ever met.

(I know that summary seems kind of unrelated to the illustration lmao but. it makes sense I promise)

[rudikawhy]

The Mentalist (2008-2015)

6×01 "The Desert Rose"

[vuldak-juneau]

A large number of the things Juneau wanted, she was probably capable of stealing for herself. But she was still a fledgling member of the thieves guild with more yet to prove than she had to show for herself. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, her eyes scanning the various jewel encrusted weapons around them–they hadn’t yet quite made it deep enough into the merchants booths to see the real stars of the show: the aetherium powered weapons. For a moment, Juneau chewed on the inside of her cheek and wondered which she might choose, form or function. “Maybe if I wasn’t worried about the water burning me to a crisp, I’d think about it,” she responded, but when he bumped her shoulder an indignant huff came from within her pack. “Oh, now you’ve done it," Juneau half laughed knowing what was coming next.

From under the flap of her pack there first appeared a small, dark green nose, followed by two luminous, large, orb-like eyes. Marigold yawned indelicately as one ear popped out from below the flap of fabric and then the other. “Do you mind?”

Robin turned to look as a familiar voice hit his ears. He'd met Juneau a few times now, the last one being an embarrassing reaction to what had happened to him weeks prior. Still, the Pirate was nothing but a let go and let the gods kinda guy, so that previous embarrassment was non existent at the moment. He grinned, shrugging his shoulders as he turned to look at the booths, "Take your pick. It'll go missing by sunset." Robin pushed his hands into his pockets, "I have no cash, but it's okay. Who needs it here." He bumped shoulders with the other, "I think you should just take me up on the whole pirate thing. Much more fun."

[cleoenfaserum]

SHORT FILMS 11 OSCAR EDITION 1938 (1317)

The 11th Academy Awards were held on February 1939, at the Biltmore Hotel in Los Angeles, California, and hosted by Frank Capra.

That Mothers Might Live is a 1938 American short drama film directed by Fred Zinnemann. In 1939, at the 11th Academy Awards, it won an Oscar for Best Short Subject (One-Reel).

The short is a brief account of Hungarian physician Ignaz Semmelweis and his discovery of the need for cleanliness in 19th-century maternity wards, thereby significantly decreasing maternal mortality, and of his struggle to gain acceptance of his idea. Although Semmelweis ultimately failed in his lifetime, later scientific luminaries advanced his work in spirit like microbiologistLouis Pasteur, who provided a scientific theoretical explanation of Semmelweis' observations by helping develop the germ theory of disease, and Dr. Joseph Lister, who revolutionized medicine by putting Pasteur's research to practical use. 11th Academy Awards - Wikipedia

link https://youtu.be/PlIYg6ApCx0 That mothers might live - Ignaz Semmelweis y el lavado de manos

link https://youtu.be/KmE7gVkK14I Bob Hope & Shirley Ross - Thanks for the Memory (1938) "Thanks for the Memory" (1938) is a popular song, with music composed by Ralph Rainger and lyrics by Leo Robin. It was introduced in the 1938 film The Big Broadcast of 1938 by Bob Hope and Shirley Ross, and recorded by Shep Fields and His Orchestra featuring John Serry Sr. on accordion and vocals by Bob Goday.

Declaration of Independence is a 1938 American short drama film directed by Crane Wilbur. It won an Academy Award at the 11th Academy Awards in 1939 for Best Short Subject (Two-Reel), and has been credited as being one of the few films relating to the American Revolution to win this award.

Declaration of Independence was part of Warner Bros.'s Old Glory series, which consisted of several short films that covered American history. Declaration of Independence (film) - Wikipedia

link https://youtu.be/lztj9eINZgE

link https://youtu.be/Ni6vV9heJhM Alexander's Ragtime Band

link https://youtu.be/uT6dLPfSCL8 The Adventures Of Robin Hood -Soundtrack Suite (Erich Wolfgang Korngold)

Ferdinand the Bull is a 1938 American stand-alone animated short produced by Walt Disney Productions and released on November 25, 1938, by RKO Radio Pictures. It was directed by Dick Rickard and based on the 1936 book The Story of Ferdinand by Munro Leaf. The music was by Albert Hay Malotte, most known for his setting of The Lord's Prayer, commonly sung at weddings. Ferdinand the Bull (film) - Wikipedia

link https://youtu.be/pIY-5CzRt0Q

link https://youtu.be/dQsjAbZDx-4

[thisisrealy2kok]

Robin Fox in 2001

[rowanmaxim]

Person: @robinxofxstars Location: Thee Boat as it's docked Rowan had grown up accustomed to strolling down by any docks and waiting to see if his uncle was coming back ashore after a tour of the isles. Now he watched for a specific ship and awaited the easy grin that came with seeing Elokian's ship. Where the pirate captain was, there was Robin, another cambion, the first person he'd ever met that was like him. They'd met as boys, a pirate and an artist respectfully who'd gone on to be just that. Sitting there on a barrel, drink in one hand and cigar in the other, he looks over at Robin sat beside him as they watch the rest of the crew enjoy their evening on the deck. "So what stories do you bring of your adventures?" He's there for friendship but also material, but it's not just any material. There's something extra special about telling a friend's story to a wider audience, like sharing a part of someone he cared about. "Romance on the high seas? Elokian throwing the wrong person overboard?"

[graverelic]

"I have remained in my tower by choice," she admits, once again finding amusement on the knights words. If she didn't knew any better, she would take him for one of the entertainers she had enjoyed seeing at courtly events, but his easy demeanor and charm could very well be attributed to a royal upbringing. It is a different sort of charisma to that of Zyrah's, the one Prince Robin holds, but it is striking nonetheless, even if it is more of a showy endeavor than Zyrah's calculation. "So I can't say I have been locked away. Still, when you put it like that, it makes it all the more whimsical, doesn't it? Almost like a story."

One she would have read avidly if it had crossed her desk at any point over the last ten years.

"Not quite, but also not quite not," she admits carefully, eyes focusing back on her project as she deliberates on how much to explain and how to explain it. How can she say that her parents do hold a seat in the council, but if everything goes according to their plan that seat would go to her younger brother? How to explain that she agrees with Zyrah's policies but it's unable to openly support them for fear of finally crossing a line her parents won't tolerate? How does she explain that for all that she works for the Royal Court, she remains at the edges by choice and by timidity? She can't, not really. "I know Her Highness Teneldris through commissions, but I have yet to inherit my parents' seat to the council."

It is unlikely that she will ever, for she does not hold the tempest magic the Resendiz lineage prides themselves of.

"What sort of writing?" She finds herself asking as she moves to make the adjustments on the armband's stretchy material, deciding to brush aside his maybe-apology and continue with the conversation. "Are we to have a historian-knight with us on our travels? Or another sort of writer?"

The artificer, a mystery, remained uncanny. Attentive to her work. Work that she was incredibly attached too. While stealing the feeling of her smooth skin, the prince was merely after the shock factor his unexpected actions often summoned. He liked to test boundaries. This didn't dishearten Robin, instead he became more careful with listening to all Graciela did have to share.

The hour stood against them all on this final day of sanctuary. A fact that seemed to trouble the artificer who wished for more time. All for the sake of crafting for him, a prince, but a stranger first. What had he done for Graciela to be worthy of such passion and effort? Even a talented flirt shouldn't feel so deserving.

At last, a laugh--sharp and brief, rang through the dim room. Like a heavy book dropped flat in an empty library. Robin felt his smile return.

"So that's where they've had you locked away?" Robin knew many mortals would challenge Nansir's borders to simply observe Graciela's physical beauty. If they only knew of her. A vision contested by Robin himself, who had spent his fair share of years within walls. He should have recognized the similarities.

"Then you are not part of Lady Zyrah's court?" Robin pried.

The dangerous angle he drew the needle triggered a reaction. Sating the poets hunger for attention, energy and even care. However disturbing or relieving. To see the shift of Graciela's body and expression, tone, was akin to witnessing a great work. Spilling with color and life. His evening and reality were no longer so dull.

"Oh. Presumptuous of me." Robin offers, in lieu of an actual apology. He raises both hands, no further disorder would take place on Robin's account. At her final comment, it was his turn to laugh. "You have my consent and may ask of my services in return. It's likely that I will write home about this. Writing is one of my great joys and simple to do on the road. It requires... less gadgetry?"

[incubusnero]

Person: @robinxofxstars Location: The Docks Baby, Eterna The logical thing to do would have been to turn around and go home the moment he saw the ship. Because he remembered what the Neptune looked like, he could still recall that summer two years ago. Nero sees a lot of people, it's all about the chase, he has a very strict regime. It's about the pining, it's about taking a week to scribble little hearts around their name in his notes. It is all about the fantasy and then something actually happens and he decides that is quite enough and walks away before anything can get too serious. There are those that slip through the cracks every so often and Robin was one of those people. Where the fantasy starts becoming a bit of a reality and he can't have that. He especially can't have that with someone who speaks of open water so fondly when his place is in Eterna. But he still glances up towards the ship and if there's one thing he's going to do is pine. Except he doesn't have to, because coming up the dock is an all too familiar set of curls and eyes that just do it for him. "Well look who it is." This was not turning and running and doing the responsible thing, this is grinning easily and sauntering towards a man he's got no business pursuing.

[super-sons-week]

wouldn't it be crazy if we got this number to 3,000 by the end of the year?

[stellarspecter]

I've Been Trying to Figure You Out

Summary: Steve has never really liked his name. Steve is like the default name for a washed-up owner of a used car dealership. Steve is like a weird uncle you see twice a year and have weird, polite conversation with until you find an excuse to leave. Steve is like the guy in your office who talks nonstop about “the ol’ ball and chain” and doesn’t get that no one likes him.

Steve doesn’t want to grow up to be a Steve.

12.7k, Transfeminine Genderqueer Steve, Platonic Soulmates Stobin

Read on AO3

[emissaradia]

closed starter for @robinxofxstars location: eterna somewhere note: uwu

The fact that she was actually able to make it out of her home and onto the streets of Eterna was a miracle. Her body felt like it was deteriorating and she didn't know how she was supposed to fix it. For all she learned at the Tower, they had never really told them how to deal with such a thing if it happened. They were only ever told not to let it happen. Or at least Aradia was. She had made it to the docks in one piece though. That was more than she had expected she would be able to do. She wasn't sure how long it had been since she had sat down, but it had been quite some time. There had been several footfalls she'd heard, but it all sounded like white noise. A moment passed. Then another. And another. "How you have fallen, Aradia." Could she say she didn't deserve this though? It seemed that the ones that were now in this situation were the ones that had done the worst. Murderers, the both of them. They were far more deserving of this than the others. She looked towards the sky and then turned her head a few times to look at the people milling about around her. That was until they stopped on a familiar face. "Well, you're a sight for very sore eyes."

[heartunderneath]

@rvnthcworld | Hope Mikaelson

i heard a lot of rumors about you back then.