#without interference

[beastking-golion]

Saw a fic about vastaya Viktor and if you ask me he’s definitely a bird (or salamander if you wanna super angstify him- cough cough Rio cough).

[themandalalady]

24-238 Liberty

[hana-bobo-finch]

so sad you weren’t allowed to do this

[joyfuladorable]

Comic redraw of a 40th Anniversary page but make it a Rise Capril AU where Casey doesn't meet any of them until after she becomes a vigilante UwU👌🏼

+ Bonus textless page!

[dukeofthomas]

Can't believe Bruce canonically picked up a random 12yo homeless child who had no intent to become a vigilante and suddenly thrust Robin onto him without asking if that's what he wanted because he missed Dick (whom he fired because being Robin was too dangerous) and people still act like any take that's not "all the Batkids became vigilantes on their own completely independent of Bruce (who tried so hard to stop them but sadly just couldn't do it)" is a complete idiotic bad-faith take and that you're crazy if you disagree with people saying that Bruce has never ever absolutely NEVER picked up a kid for the purpose of making them into a vigilante.

[pinkedify]

im two weeks late to this but i would like to look at this panel for a second with everyone

when it dropped i was seeing people repeatedly crop this to only deku and bakugou or including shouto with the caveat that “shouto is being a good friend letting deku and bakugou bond (without interjecting)” as if he isn’t a part of the “we” in question here

aside from the fact that that’s a bit of a wild take to have on a singular panel showing only a snippet of conversation… katsuki mentions remedial lessons and house arrest. not just house arrest. he’s referencing both his house arrest with izuku as well as his supplementary course with shouto. so when deku says “unlike WE were” … the WE is all of them. shouto is in fact a consideration in this dialogue guys… they are ALL bonding. it is not deku and bakugou bonding and shouto standing idly by as a “good friend allowing them to bond” (which is a crazy take btw)

it’s cool to celebrate bakugou and deku getting to work together but god forbid all three of them be friends at the same time am i right

[greensaplinggrace]

I feel like Light would actually not be that much better off if he'd ignored L tbh. Yeah, sometimes it's wiser to back down from a fight and fly under the radar, but that only really applies when your enemy does not have massive amounts of power, the ability to gain ground against you at an astronomical rate, the obsessive fixation of a man with nothing else to do and all the time in the world, and the dedication of someone whose entire life is the game. L is simply not the type of enemy you want to leave to his own devices.

[thebramblewood]

Master Straud? Oh, Lilith, that's embarrassing for you.

Previous / Next

Lilith: Master Straud, if you’ll just hear me out-

Vlad: I’ve heard you, girl. Your pleas have been relentless. But you seem incapable of hearing me when I tell you it’s a bad idea.

Lilith: You only say that because you’ve decided you hate him, though you’ve never once attempted to truly get to know him.

Vlad: How can you say I hate him when I’ve allowed him to stay? Mortals are immediately marked for death in this place — and yet he lives. Because he’s been under my protection.

Lilith: [rolls eyes] Oh, please. It’s hardly out of the kindness of your heart. You just know I wouldn’t stay without him. [in exasperation] Why not initiate the transfer? He wouldn’t be at risk anymore. He wouldn’t be your responsibility.

Vlad: If he were my fledgling, he’d be doubly my responsibility. He’s a soft boy, Lilith, timid, weak. This existence requires a degree of brutality he does not possess. He serves us better as a familiar.

Lilith: He knows precisely what it entails, and he still wants it. I’ll do it myself if I must.

Vlad: I can guarantee he’ll be unhappy — if he survives. Besides, I remain unconvinced you possess the discipline to-

Lilith: I won’t hurt him! I love him. [pleadingly] He understands me in a way no one else ever will. I need him by my side — forever.

Vlad: [amused] Is it him who wants it more or you? [resigned sigh] Well, I’ll hardly stand in your way if you wish to attempt it. But I’ll be curious to see if you’re singing the same tune after you’ve spent a century together — that is, if you succeed.

-

Lilith: It’s time.

Caleb: He tried to talk you out of it again.

Lilith: Of course he did. He envies the bond between us, even if he’ll never admit it. His jealousy eats away at him. But he’ll soon outgrow his use to us. We’ll be powerful together. Now, are you ready?

Caleb: [shakily] I’m ready.

Lilith: Don’t be nervous, brother. When you wake, eternity will stretch before you, and it will be beautiful. You trust me, don’t you?

Caleb: [murmurs noncommittally]

Lilith: When have I ever let you down?

[mikakuna]

tortured by the thoughts of what if bruce was just a slightly better person towards jason. he took in a homeless child and wasn't the adult for him he should've been. what if jason sometimes thinks about who he could've been if a different adult took him in? would he have been safer, happier? do you think, after he becomes red hood, he wonders why robin was too dangerous for 19 year old dick but fine for 12 year old jason?

[ovaruling]

i’ve discussed this before, but as i lift heavier and heavier, i feel an urgency to bring it up again. wearing high heels for most of my late teens and early- to mid-twenties really has fucked up my ability to properly squat.

as i’ve mentioned in previous posts, all my center of gravity has, as a result of a life of wearing pumps, shifted forward onto the balls of my feet. i cannot naturally or comfortably squat parallel or deep with my heels on the ground (without heel lifts of some kind). my biggest struggle in lifting, including my Olympic lifts, is not falling backwards on my ass bc i physically CANNOT force weight back into my heels. and so in squats, sometimes in deadlifts, i often end up involuntarily bent forward at a 45-degree angle to compensate for this weight distribution, which of course sends me backward like a hammer, ass-first.

high heels are just… brutally dangerous. they have ruined my ability to do what i love in lifting. i am constantly working on mobility drills, but it’s been a very, very long time now and i have seen no change. i may just be facing the long-term or even permanent damage done by wearing high heels for so long.

femininity is outright ruinous. i wish i could go back and shake myself for being stupid enough to wear a literal “Disable Yourself” device on my feet—for no other reason than because i thought it was simply what well-dressed, mature women wore.

i hope so much i can get my mobility back one day, but as i age, with the other disabling limitations to my joints, i’m more than aware of the likelihood that that will not happen.

femininity ruins your body. it ruins your functionality. it binds and bends and breaks and warps your natural movement. it’s a portable medieval torture device, plain and simple.

[loveerran]

Maryam Khatoon Molkara was an Iranian transgender woman, born in 1950. Largely due to her efforts, Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini issued a fatwa in 1987 that gender affirmation surgeries were not against Islamic law. Today, the Iranian government officially recognizes trans women as women, allowing them to: live as women until they can afford surgery (and helps pay for surgery), undergo gender-affirming surgeries, receive all birth certificates and other documents issued in a manner that reflects their gender identity, and even marry men (in a country where homosexuality can still be punished by death).

Interestingly, it was on a trip to London in 1975 that Maryam “learned about transsexuality and realized I was not a passive homosexual”. And that fascinates me because I had almost the exact same experience in the early 2000’s when I attended one of the bigger gender-cons and met gay drag queens for the first time. It took all of about 15 minutes of chatting with those gorgeous, effeminate gay men to realize we were not the same after all. That experience rewrote my impression of my self and my situation.

I’m not writing this entry in praise of LGBT rights in Iran. Far, far from it. But I find it interesting that one of the most hard-line, conservative regimes in the world has managed to find a set of policies with more acknowledgement, grace and individual liberty in this regard than those that appear to be espoused by the current US federal government.

[marshmellowtea]

it's crazy to me that people saw episode seven and immediately thought that mark was a bad (or even outright abusive??) husband and that gemma wanted to get away from him when the episode literally ends with gemma crying for him and wanting to see him again like that's insaaaane. the amount of mental gymnastics some of y'all will do to paint their marriage in the worst light are just mindboggling

[sneakyboymerlin]

My hot take is that if Merlin didn’t love Arthur, the Disir episode would have still gone exactly the same.

[moarar]

Something about looking into your fathers face and seeing your own

[xray-vex]

Calypso's Birthday kiss music edit

I know similar edits have been done but I wanted to do one too.

Stede & Ed's kiss from s2 ep06, Stede Dream from the OFMD 2 soundtrack replacing La Vie En Rose

[feroluce]

Belobog was my fave main quest but a lot of it is so. Contradictory. It's like they had multiple groups doing different shit and none of them checked in with each other for consistency. And you see this so much in Gepard's profile.

So in the main quest, they made him unfailingly, unquestionably loyal to Cocolia. Gepard's character arc is him learning to question authority etc etc. And this isn't even a bad thing; that's a story worth telling! It makes good conflict between him and Serval! And I love that we got Gepard as a boss battle and I get to see him all the time in SU!

But then you look at his character stories and it's like. The complete opposite.

According to his profile, Gepard has already HAD this awakening, long before the Astral Express, and he'd already decided Cocolia sucks. Even outside of his stories, there's a pretty damning readable between him and Pela.

He even disobeyed direct orders right in front of her- he has been disobeying orders for a while now!

So I've decided I'm marrying the two different sides of this into a 1.5k fic-ish thingy, because I think there's some fun potential there with Gepard not trusting Cocolia, but still having to pretend to be a good obedient little soldier.

Anyway. I love to think of it as like. Gepard knows Cocolia has sunk into her apathy. He can see it in her eyes every time he looks at her. She doesn't care. Not about him, not about Pela, not about all his soldiers on the frontlines giving their lives to protect the citizens. And that's... It makes him bristle a bit, but ok. Gepard can deal with this. Even if Cocolia no longer cares, as long as she does her job then it's fine. Having compassion behind an action doesn't matter as much as the action itself. If Cocolia's heart is no longer swayed, then he'll just have to care twice as hard to pick up the slack. He considers it part of his duty as a captain of the guard anyway. It's fine. Gepard can deal with it.

And then, Cocolia starts coming down to the restricted zone. Issuing direct orders.

And Gepard realizes he is in way over his head.

Because Cocolia orders him to stay back and issue commands from the ramparts, away from all his comrades, away from where he can protect them.

Gepard had thought nothing could be as bad as watching a fellow guard die right next to him. But the first time he watches someone struck by a killing blow, so far away, it hurts. Every defensive scar across his arms itches, his fingers curl in want of a weapon, the cold cannot numb his hands enough as they desperately ache for his shield. It hurts.

Gepard tries to find any reason to stay. Because surely... He knows Cocolia has lost her love for her people, but surely... She wouldn't...

One day, Cocolia orders for their gunners to advance 20 yards. There are no survivors. She almost looks like she smiles.

Gepard doesn't sleep that night.

Pela brings him the report at the end of the first month; and then the month after that, and the month after that. A significant uptick in losses, and all of it started on that first day Cocolia started overriding his authority and issuing her own orders. The ends of Gepard's pens have all been nearly chewed off. Pela outright calls Cocolia an idiot, and Gepard corrects her. Cocolia isn't an idiot. Gepard had known her through Serval, knew her through all her college years and then some, and he knows how intelligent she is. It's not that she's stupid, and it's not that she's inexperienced, it's nothing of the sort.

Cocolia knows exactly what she's doing.

She must, there's no way she could make such a horrible mess of things so badly by accident. And Pela, quick as a whip, sharp as a tack, always too smart for her own good, catches onto the meaning behind Gepard's correction without any further prompting. The tent goes deathly quiet, nothing but the wind howling outside.

"...She's trying to kill us," Pela whispers, her voice swiftly suffocated by the silence.

Gepard swallows. He can't bring himself to correct her this time. There is nothing he could say that he would actually mean.

His gaze drops, back down to his desk and the reports on it. The names aren't listed, just the numbers, but Gepard knows them, knew them, and there must be something wrong, something he's missing, because why, why would she-? What could this possibly accomplish-?

“Gepard! Focus!” Something snaps right under his nose, and Gepard startles, eyes instantly honing in on Pela's irritated face as she leans over his desk. She holds his gaze for a moment before she huffs and begins to pace, wedges a knuckle between her teeth and bites like Gepard hasn't seen her do since cadet school.

Pela angrily strides from one end of his tent to the other, words hissed between her grit teeth. “What are we going to do?” In the dim lighting, Gepard can just barely see the damp spot of blood weeping under her gloves. “We need a plan.”

“A plan?”

“Wh- Yes, a plan! Unless you want more people to die!” Pela rounds on him then, all the wrath of a blizzard, winds roaring and snow sharp enough to cut.

“We don't even know-”

“What does it matter?! She killed-!!” Pela cuts off with a garbled noise when Gepard leaps up from his desk, hastily shoves his hand over her mouth. The prosthetic, not the flesh one, because he knows better than to assume Pela won't seize the opportunity to leave teeth marks in his skin.

“You're right. I'm sorry, I'm sorry; you're right. But you need to keep quiet.” Pela quirks an eyebrow at him and Gepard can read the question in her face. “Because we both saw what she did to Serval,” he hisses.

It's amazing the snow plains haven't thawed out yet, the amount of heat Pela can put behind a glare. The mere mention of Serval, and the smoking ruins Cocolia had made of her life and career, have her bristling up like a riled cat. The sudden hot breath she takes fans fog across his metal skin, and Gepard wisely keeps it in place until Pela finally sighs and reaches up, taps her fingertips against the back of his hand.

The second she's free, Pela bats him away and then her knuckle is right back between her teeth again, Gepard leaning back against his desk with his arms crossed to watch her resume her pacing. “If we spread the word, she'll have us discharged and make sure we can't even touch the frontlines,” Pela's voice seethes like an open sore. Gepard nods but keeps his silence. He knows better than to get in her way.

“And if you and I are both out of the picture, Belobog is fucked.” A little harsher than how he would have put it, but there's no denying that they're both important to the city's survival. Pela has the restricted zone running as efficiently as ever, and Gepard had become the youngest captain on record for a reason. “We need to keep this tight under wraps, at least for now… It can't leak to anyone higher up the chain.” Another nod. “Serval might know other discontents…” Another n-

Gepard's head snaps up. “No.”

“No what?”

“No. We're not involving Serval in this.”

Somehow, even the same tone that leaves entire squadrons shaking in their boots has never worked on her. “You're not deciding that for her, Gepard.”

Pela hadn't seen the worst of it, though, back when his sister had just been banned from the Architects. Serval's pride hadn't allowed it. Pela wasn't the one to find her passed out bottle still in hand, hadn't been the one to wash the sick out of her hair or carry her to bed. 

Serval still has trouble thinking clearly when it comes to Cocolia, still can't quite bring herself to be objective. And Gepard maybe doesn't want her to be purely objective- but he would worry a lot less if she thought twice before she acted more often.

“At least let me be the one to bring it up to her.”

“Whatever, fine,” Pela gestures affirmatively at him as she paces past, and Gepard sighs. Good, at least that's one thing he can help.

From there, it's a lot of hemming and hawing and frustration. Cocolia has them under her boot, and Gepard and Pela both know it. Even with the way she's been cracking down on freedoms lately, Cocolia is still, overall, liked by the people. It's unlikely anyone would believe them. They don't even have solid proof, because most people don't know Cocolia as well as they do and won't see the clues in the same light. 

The Fragmentum has been ramping up in recent years, too. Everyone is struggling just to survive as is, they can't afford a fight on two fronts. Gepard is a damn good captain, one of the best for that matter. But they're at a massive disadvantage, his experience is narrowed to fighting a defensive battle against monsters, that's all he's ever done. That's all anyone there has ever done. He has no way of finding first-hand knowledge for taking the offensive against a human opponent, and if he goes at this blind, there's no way he'll get everyone out unscathed. He's going to lose people. He's going to lose a lot of people.

He'd never thought before that Cocolia would have it in her to have someone killed. And with this new knowledge, he has no guarantee she won't go after Serval or Lynx if she decides to retaliate.

Gepard has to remind himself to breathe when he realizes this.

Pela writes down every name the two of them can come up with. Lists and lists of names and groups and anyone they can think of who might be an ally in all of this. They memorize every bit of it, make their plans of who to talk to and when. Gepard watches the sparks reflect off Pela's glasses as they burn the evidence together.

Pela finally leaves, far too late to make it home, but says she wants to stay in the restricted zone anyway to investigate. Gepard watches her make her way in the direction of Dunn's tent, watches her back until she's out of his sight and squashes down the urge to follow and keep an eye on her. His tent feels empty.

In the morning, Gepard is up before the wake up bells. He drags himself out of bed, leads his soldiers through their morning training. The same people gravitate to each other everyday. Friend groups and training partners. There's an ongoing rivalry between a few squadrons that everyone bets on. Some of them have lockets around their necks, keepsakes, mementos. Some of them wear wedding rings.

Gepard is suddenly, painfully aware of something acidic clawing at the inside of his throat, of a heavy weight low in his chest that blooms, takes up room until it threatens to spread his ribs. His mouth tastes of bile and blood.

He rearranges the schedules. Puts himself down for every open patrol into the Fragmentum, makes sure he'll be on the frontlines every single time Cocolia visits.

He only hopes that it's enough.