#weird alexa

[alexahasaguardianangel]

Man,,, so much love to people who comment on my AO3 fics!!! It makes me so happy to see what people think!!!

[morverenmaybewrites]

Domestic Arkham!Jason Todd Headcanons

Y’all ever think about the inherent tragedy of Arkham!Jason craving something as simple as domesticity? 

How he craves the comfort of home-cooked meals, but can’t actually eat anything he hasn’t prepared himself. Because during his time in Joker’s captivity, almost everything he was served was either poisoned or rotten, and now every time he eats, it’s like he’s expecting the burn of poison or the flavor of something sour and rotten flooding his mouth.

Can you imagine the frustration he must feel at his inability to share a simple meal with you? 

The sudden clench in his gut when he realizes that he wasn’t there to watch you prepare the food, and despite the fact that he trusts you, he can’t help that familiar dread rising in the back of his throat. 

Jason tries, for you, he tries. 

But there are times, more often than not, when he feels the phantom burn of poison or the flavor of something sour and rotten flooding his mouth–and his body reacts before his mind does. 

And suddenly he’s hunched over the sink or the toilet, vomiting out half-digested food, and it’s almost like he never left Arkham Asylum.

Can you imagine the absolute burning jealousy he feels whenever his family interacts with you with an ease he can only dream of? 

Maybe it’s a movie night, during one of those rare times when Gotham City didn’t need saving, and there’s Tim and Dick and Barbara piled on the couch. And you fit so well with them–a tangle of limbs and careless laughter at a dumb joke Dick made–that it’s Jason who feels like an outsider. 

Jason sits apart from all of you, the only person to pick an armchair instead of the couch, because every time he tries to sit close to someone, all he can think is whether they’re close enough to see his scars.

The table is piled high with snacks, more than the five of you can realistically eat in an evening. There’s popcorn and pizza, mozzarella sticks and pretzels, several bars of chocolate that can only be found in Bludhaven, the air is thick with the smell of grease and cheese dust. 

And it’s almost like being a teenager again. Before that night and the Joker and everything else that followed. 

It’s almost like being a teenager again, dizzy with the good fortune of being adopted by Bruce fucking Wayne, watching some dumb flick with his siblings when he was supposed to be training. Ordering takeout food and laughing along with Dick at Alfred’s visible disappointment as they stuff their faces. 

It’s almost like being a teenager again, but not quite. 

Jason watches the four of you pass around a bowl of popcorn, arguing about which genre of movie to start with. But when Barbara tries to hand it to him, he feels a sudden clot of heat in his chest, and he’s already shaking his head before he even knows why. 

And he realizes, he’s afraid. 

He doesn’t know who made the food or what restaurant it was ordered from, and he is sure if he asks, no one would be able to give him all of the names of people who handled it. 

The burn of poison and the taste of something sour and rotten flooding his mouth.

Poisoned cake and rotting rats. The writhing of pale white maggots against bone and glistening meat and gristle.

He doesn’t touch anything for the rest of the evening.

Can you imagine how scared he is? 

Jason is so acutely, painfully aware of how exhausting it is to be with him. To be with someone you can’t even share a simple meal with. 

And he wonders how long it will be before you get tired of him.

Bruce, after all, had left after he had seen the twisted thing Jason had become. 

And if his own father couldn’t even stomach his presence–

And suddenly he’s hunched over again, over the sink or against the toilet, vomiting out half-digested food. 

And it really is like he never left Arkham Asylum after all.

This is what he thinks, when he finally collapses on the tiles of your bathroom floor, cold sweat pouring down his face. Your presence hovering over him like a ghost, a thousand apologies pouring from your throat. 

But it’s not you that’s the problem, it’s him. 

It’s this awful thing in the back of his head, always expecting the next threat, the next injury, the next sick game the Joker has come up with. 

It’s the fact that his days with the Joker had left him so twisted and strange that he can no longer fit into a normal life, even when he wants to. 

And this is what he thinks, when you catch the way he is not watching the movie at all. But instead he is looking at his family’s faces, his chest pulsing with a jealousy so fierce it might as well have been his heartbeat.

Jason wishes–oh, how he wishes–it was that easy, that simple for him. 

You disentangle yourself from his siblings–Dick had already fallen asleep, head lolling heavily on your shoulder, to pad your way to him. You sink down onto the armchair to share it with him, practically on top of him, and he marvels at the way your heat dispels the chill that has crept over him. 

Your hands are small compared to his, but they are just big enough that when you lay them atop of his, he does not have to think about whether you can see the scars. 

This is what he thinks, on days like these. It is something he always thinks, a small voice in the back of his head that is never silenced.  

He doesn't deserve you. 

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Thanks to @red--pirate for the idea!

[babykittenteach]

Glass-bottomed ego It's still afloat but can't you see the cracks appearing in the base?

[marshmelonlover]

I think my absolute favourite thing about Jane Austen's Emma is that it's a love story about two best friends. They've known each other for two decades, so they know the other inside and out. And they fall in love with each other. Despite the fact that Emma meddles in others' lives and that Mr Knightley scolds her for it, they fall in love. And they don't just fall in love with the other's positive attributes, but their negative ones too. They love every part of the other, and that's beautiful.

[ravi-617]

repo is an odd (but very fun) movie. I love blind mag. :"^)

[lostandoverwhelmed]

is anyone else always desperately attempting to understand absolutely everything they possibly can about the human condition and experience in the futile hopes that they might understand themselves a bit better (if at all) by doing so.

or to at least find some sense of comfort. or relief.

[adiraofthetals]

Me: Alexa play Little Wolf by Jorge.

Alexa: Playing The Underworld Saga

Me: *Visual Confusion* ???????

[fangirlintheattic]

EMA & WHITNEY | Harlan Coben's Shelter ↳ s01e02 (Catch Me If U Can)

[banamine-bananime]

I dunno why we’re still having this conversation in 2024 but caboose is an adult and is free to consent to relationships.

[alexahasaguardianangel]

Appreciate my dog

[cheolism]

this goes for all idols btw

[drieddpetals]

i'm having so much fun drawing the crows. i've been obsessed with soc for months but just never got around to drawing any of them for the longest time. anyway here's wylan :)

[tedioepica]

okay me and who

[utilitycaster]

Fandom response to Laudna’s trauma? Especially the whole “she’s been through so much, more than anyone else in the party, but she’s never stopped being sweet and kind and gentle 🥺” thing people do with their faves that drives me up a goddamn wall

Oh man it's so interesting, huh, how this is how people talk about Laudna, isn't it? And also Imogen? And Jester? and Keyleth? and sometimes Vex? I wonder what the pattern is here? Surely the I Support Women's Wrongs website loves when women's trauma responses are complex and ugly and selfish and violent! Surely they wouldn't always insist how wonderful it is that the women swallow and tolerate their pain and are so good and kind to others no matter how much the world hurts them, and rebrand this tradwife-ass mentality as hopepunk?

Laudna is a tricky case in that, as I've said a number of times, (most recently yesterday) her concept is not always clearly realized. I think it's true that she has been through a lot (anyone who decides trauma is a competition should be thrown out a window post-haste, but it is valid to say Laudna's had an extremely rough go of it) but frankly I wouldn't consider her gentle nor sweet, and her kindness tends to be real but in a childlike naive way that makes her worryingly easily to manipulate. I think her responses to other people's moments of crisis are (understandably! due to trauma!) very poorly calibrated and, demonstrably, her go-to response to betrayal is to try to violently suck out someone's soul to the point of death. I also think the fact that she and Delilah are deeply intertwined (as Matt said, essentially dissolved into each other at this point) makes it hard to talk about her because someone trying to argue for the uwu perfect baby who is always trying so hard can just blame it on Delilah; shades of another "haha interesting how this fandom interpretation exclusively happens with women characters" pattern, in which when they're murderous and unkind it's some controlling force that removes their own agency, and without any sense that one is still obligated to apologize and attempt to make good on involuntary harm.

So: yeah, type 2, pretty much exclusively tbh which is rare.

[vezinas]

kiddo

alternate versions because im indecisive 😍

the screenshots r so fun im ngl

[forzafortyfour]

someone tell that man to stay at home with his dog