#// but ... yeah

[cherryblossomshadow]

[Images 1-3 ID and source: Tweet thread from MedKits101 (@/MedKits101) reading

re "leftists are gonna cost Harris the election": If a politician recognizes that a voting bloc is significant enough to potentially cost them an election, and fully ignores their demands and then loses, that's kinda on that politician, no? That person is just bad at their job

.

Like, regardless of their personal convictions on the matter, if a republican chose to ignore single issue abortion voters, who make up a huge chunk of their base, and then lost, most people would correctly call that politician an idiot for not at least lying to placate them

·

You don't get to say leftist are a powerful enough force to cost you the contest while also simultaneously ignoring them and/or telling them to "grow up". You win votes by making concessions to voters. If you fail to do that, then you have failed at being a viable candidate

·

You can criticize leftists for their tactics on the matter, and for not holding their nose and voting because trump would be worse, those are fair things to call attention to. But to place the blame for a Harris failure at their feet, rather than at the feet of the campaign…

·

..who fails to court them, knowing the potential costs, is simply foolish. That's not how politics works in the US, it's never worked that way. You win peoples votes by telling them you'll do things they want, even if you're just lying you still make the gesture

·

Failure to do that is a failure of the party and candidate, full stop.

/end ID]

[sand-jam]

cant believe no ones done THE ninjago situationship to this

[frownyalfred]

on the topic of suits let bruce put clark in something well tailored

I love this trope and it pops up a lot in Superbat fics (esp BVS ones) but also, I feel like if Bruce really cared about Clark, he'd just let him show up to events in his crappy little suits? It's not like they're fooling anyone. And Bruce, deep down, doesn't care that much about appearances beyond how they serve the Mission. Plus, it makes people underestimate Clark, which is both a) useful and b) amusing to watch. So yeah Clark, wear that off-the-rack Macy's suit, it looks great on you!

[artofalyksandr]

So what if I’m the monster lurking deep below?

Had this concept lurking in my head since like April so I finally did something about it to avoid thinking about The Horrors™️

[ceo-of-pigeon-milk]

@precambrianhottopic

Gay people will develop mental issues and make AT LEAST one of these movies their whole personality

[haveihitanerve]

Gotham Protects Her Own

“Gotham protects her own.” Bruce had whispered to him once, in a, at the time, not so rare moment of affection, cradling dick to his chest as they looked over his city. Their city. Batman and Robin. Dick had believed him, of course, but he hadn’t really felt it. Not until he had stood at the bats side for the second year in a row, and his cape had fluttered. Dicks cape had never fluttered while he was standing. Running across the rooftops? Sure. Jumping over a chimney? Most definitely. But just standing still, no movement? It had never happened. Bruce’s did, from the very beginning Bruce’s cape had flown behind him, flapping with grace in the wind that was not there. But dicks hadn’t. But now… Bruce smiled down at him, pride lining every line in his face, before he took off across the roof, a challenge and a test at the same time. Dick chased after him, and for the first time since he had become Robin, he flew. His feet barely touched down, cushioned by the roofs, by shadows, and he laughed, wild and bright and free, and Bruce joined him, laugh deep and rich and full. Dick belonged to Gotham now, the city had laid her claim on him, and as Batman and Robin flew across the city, Dick could hear a new laugh join them, light and happy and feminine, delighted by their delight, their acceptance. Gotham protects her own, and Dick Grayson-Wayne, the first Robin, had earned that right, that protection, with his leaps and jokes and belief in Batman, in a belief in the city, in the belief that it could be better. 

Gotham protects her own. Catherine Todd had murmured to him once, late one night, a bruise blossoming on her cheek, eyes heavy from drugs. She was close to death, Jason could feel it practically wafting off her, and he didn't think much of her last words, a hazy drugged hallucination, slurred speech. But then she had passed and Jason had left, choosing the street over his father and then he had understood. People came looking for him, naturally, even his father ventured out, but shadows seemed to envelop him, the streets opened to his footfalls, and he always found a safe place to sleep, never waking with his things stolen or suddenly kidnapped. Jason could feel the city, his very lifeblood, could hear her music in her traffic, felt her song in the earthquakes. Gotham cradled him, sheltered him, and when the time came, pushed him to a left unattended Batmobile, tempting him to steal the tires. For the first time, Jason doubted his city, hated her for sending him into a trap. But then he became Robin, and Gotham squealed in delight, and Jason watched in awe as Bruce flew, as Gotham made his cloak billow, as she nurtured her prodigal son. Batman had gotten injured, once, badly enough that he had struggled with his grapple line, and it had snapped. Jason had screamed, lunging for him, but it was too late. Before he could cry over the dead body of his mentor, he found Bruce at the bottom of the building, not much worse for wear at all. Gotham had cradled him, shadows leaping to cushion his fall. Jason had laughed with glee, rushing Bruce home as quickly as possible, and something had brushed his cheek, a faint kiss against his forehead. Gotham protects her own and Jason Todd-Wayne, the second Robin, had been born into that right, that protection, and felt her city pound through his body like blood, feeding his soul. 

Gotham protects her own. Tim had seen the slogan on a Wayne Enterprise billboard once, when he had been seven, an ad campaign promoting insurance and helpful housing. It had become a sort of mantra for him, something he whispered under his breath every time his father made a snide comment about Tim lacking proper talent or social skills, after every call his parents declined, after every fight that had him biting his lip to stop the tears and debate running away. Gotham protects her own. Became his lifeline, his mantra, a promise of a better life. It wasn't anything he ever believed, until he finally worked up the courage to approach Bruce Wayne about the secret. Tim slipped on the Robin uniform for the first time… And something inside him settled. A woman's voice in the back of Tim’s head squealed. But as he raced over the rooftops, finally at Batman's side as he always dreamed to be instead of a few feet behind, snapping pictures, his cape dancing with the wind, his feet hardly touching down, that mantra, that false belief of hope, of a better life, became truth. Gotham protects her own, and Tim Drake-Wayne, the third Robin, had believed in that truth his whole life, wishing with every fiber of his being that she would protect him, and she finally had. 

Gotham protects her own. David Cain had warned her once, telling her great stories of the city with air of midnight black, of water a putrid green, and of a people a hardy and tough. It hadn't been a compliment, just another obstacle she would need to overcome to fulfill her future missions. She had believed him, of course, but… she had never truly known what it meant. Not until she had stumbled into the city, hurt, bleeding, afraid, and she had felt that… otherworldly power. Reaching for her. Its tendrils soft and kind, like a mother, shadows stretching across her, shielding her, as the League prowled the streets. It wasn't until she saw him. The Bat. And his little Bird, brutal efficiency and yet mercy in every action, wasn't until she saw how Gotham cradled them, lifted them, helped them to fly. Gotham had been more accepting to her than she had thought. Maybe because she hadn't hurt her children. Maybe because she knew her pain. Maybe because Cass had been so afraid. But whatever the reason, when Cassandra Cain-Wayne took to the streets, a proud, blazing Bat on her chest, her cape billowing behind her, Gotham sang. 

“Gotham protects her own!” Arthur Brown had screamed once. It had been in a fit of rage, followed by the sounds of windows crashing and tables smashing against the wall. He had been angry, livid even, the sound of his footsteps heavy and hard on the floor as he stormed around, pissed that Batman was unreachable for him, untouchable, protected by the city he claimed to do the same to. Steph knew the truth in the words, had been protected by them her whole life, finding a window open right when her father got home, the closet door unlocked miraculously after her father had locked her up, alleyways opening for her to escape through when bigger kids picked on her, or the cops chased her. And it happened now, as Arthur Brown came storming for her, rage and malice and every evil intention written across his features. Steph could feel that tug, that indescribable feeling of home, and she took a step back, melting into the shadows as she fled, fled her home, fled her father, fled his wrath and everything wrong with the world. She settled on the roof, the way she always did when he got like this, and waited, as she always did. For it to end. For him to stop. It was that night that she saw him for the first time. Steph had heard of him, of course, the Batman was infamous throughout Gotham by now, but she had never seen him in person. Never watched his work. It was at Bethany’s house. Bethany’s father, Vincent, was screaming again. The way Arthur was. But Gotham, Gotham didn't protect Bethany the way she did Steph. Or maybe Bethany just didn't listen. But Batman.. Batman listened. Batman protected. Steph watched, wide eyed, as he jumped through the window, as he grabbed Vincent by the throat and slammed him against the wall, snarling in his face. Steph watched, hands clutching her teddy, wondering whether she would rather risk her father than this demon. But he stopped. Paused. Threw Vincent to the ground in disgust, unconscious, and turned to Bethany. Beth had stopped moving, the way she always did when Vincent got the way he did, dissociating so she wouldn't feel his hands on her. Steph didn't think it worked, but it was something. Batman bent down, gentle, slowly, a few feet away, extending a hand to Beth. Steph couldn't hear what he said, couldn't see his face, but Beth blinked at him. She blinked, and she walked closer, slowly. And Batman… Batman held her, held her until she was crying, held her through her tears and wiped her eyes and rubbed her back, held her until she was asleep without nightmares, and carried her to bed, tucking her in gently. Steph didn't know how long she sat there, watching as he cared for this little girl, forgoing the Bat Symbol in the sky, and his anger, for her. Gotham protects her own, Steph swore as she watched him drop from the window the same night, flitting away on shadows only she could see. Gotham protects her own, and she would protect Gotham. She would mold herself after the Bat, and help. 

[ma4chestier]

since netflix announced that theyre taking vld from thekr platform everyone's rewatched it (me included) and posted ab it.

its like the voltron reinassance

[fifizero]

my version of canary marcille <3 please also read chapter 2 of my fanfic songbird

[kurosmind]

(about last reblog), ah, yeah, like that one time I got anon hate for *spins wheel*

- having a gay man character when I, myself, am a ace woman

- having an east-asian looking fantasy character when I am Caucasian

[bookoramaenderteeth]

On my first trip to meet online friends, I:

Didn't tell any family members or other friends exactly where I'd be.

Met with the first friend alone at a train station, and then got into his car alone.

Stayed alone in a rented house for days with the second friend.

Went on a nine hour car ride with the third friend, where we drove to the fourth friend's house and stayed overnight. Then drove to the fifth friend's apartment and stayed there for a week. Then drove back.

I didn't have a driver's license, or any way of getting back to a place I'd been to before. Basically, I am lucky not to have been murdered, don't do what I did kids.

[nogenderonlychair]

Is anyone going to talk about how this is probably the first time in years Logan hasn’t worn his suit underneath his clothes

[ryuzumisama]

Chilchuck Timbs 👞

[ochiody]

what if penelope was in love in paradise

[bisexualcroissant]

for real though. like yes both of them were pretty devastating but caitvi’s breakup was infinitely more fucked up imo. viktor and jayce hugged before viktor left, but it wasn’t really agonising, it was more just – i’m different now and i need to go. but caitvi?????? jesus christ. cait hitting vi and vi falling to her knees. vi who has taken so many harder punches and stayed standing, but this is cait, her cait, who’s looking down on her (quite literally), someone she doesn’t recognise, another person vi loved who changed. and cait’s crashing and burning in her grief and her laser focus on avenging her mother that she can’t see vi’s view, can’t see what a fucked up thing she did or might have done, can’t see anything else outside of it. “it’s her blood in you” vs “then why are you the one acting like her?” i got CHILLS when vi said that because was she wrong? the deadly, wild look in cait’s eyes, her barely even acknowledging that she might’ve hurt a child in her desperate need to kill jinx. such a violently fucked up situation i’m not surprised vi ends up going emo the way she does lmao

its interesting seeing the fandom latch onto the JayVik breakup more than CaitVi's when CaitVi's was infinitely more fucked up. Caits "I thought you were one of the good ones" "Its her blood in you." OH MY GOD?? CAITLYN JESUS CHRIST (viktor LMAO sorry). the intersection between caitlyn's privilege of being the highest class of society and her grief. Leaving Vi on her knees. Becomes dictator???

[bastart13]

I remember starting these in 2022, but what better time than the present to finish the wedding set

The charms really were beautiful