#13 was a hard one to think on!!

[royalsealy]

13 and 14!

13. What is something about previous eras of lolita fashion that you're glad we left behind?

Hmm this one is harder since style wise I've been enjoying a lot of what I've been seeing, it does seem like there is more body positivity which I appreciate

I've been seeing more acceptance for low or no make up as well as options for cute shoes that are more comfortable.

14. What is something about previous eras of lolita fashion that you'd like to come back?

I loved when brands would put out a bunch of different cuts and pieces for prints, like totes, mini hats, KCs, parkas, jewelry sets, etc.

I would prefer having fewer releases if it meant that those releases came with more to collect or mix and match with

(I also desperately want minihats to come back even if it was only a few per year)

Thanks for asking!!

[kettlefire]

As Good as Good Gets (DP X DC Snippet)

Richard "Dick" Grayson is the golden child. In the eyes of the public, and in the eyes of the league. Dick is a sweet, caring son, a man who went from being a sidekick to being a hero. The pipeline from Robin to Nightwing had many people applauding his dedication to keeping Gotham safe.

No one knew the full story, not truly. No one but Bruce Wayne himself. And maybe a certain butler. Many don't know that Dick only became Robin to stop him from hunting down and killing the man who killed his parents.

No one really knows about the harsh fights and arguments he has had with Bruce. The times when Dick would find himself cut off from the Wayne name for a week or so. No one knows that the first person Dick warmed up to was Alfred. Having been bribed with cookies.

Things weren't always this good, trusting, happy relationship between Bruce and Dick. It had been a rough ride, a complicated one. But that was okay, because it got better.

Dick stopped being so moody and angsty. He grew up, he learned, and he changed. He became an older brother, found people that needed him. Needed him in a way that the citizens of Gotham didn't need him.

His brothers like to call him annoying. A goody two shoes who Bruce trusted more than everyone else. They couldn't fathom how someone like Dick could be so stupid and bubbly at all times.

All times, except when shit hits the fans. Despite the name calling, despite coining Dick as the stupid Wayne. They all knew better. They knew that when it mattered, Dick Grayson always pulled through. He was a force to be reckoned with when needed.

The whole Wayne family was a force to be reckoned with when called for. It didn't have to be under the guise of costumes and vigilante acts. Whether he was Officer Grayson or Nightwing, Dick was a man with his morals and values.

One night on patrol as Officer Grayson, Dick found someone who needed that force. A force willing to protect and care for the innocent. The hurt. The damaged, yet still good.

It started like any other night. A call of shots fired by an empty warehouse. There was no sighting or knowledge of any rouges being there, so Dick took the call. Told the team he'll contact them if it seems more than just a civilian incident.

The warehouse was dark, reeked of copper and oil. It didn't take long for Dick to find the trail. The liquid he found looked like the person had been dragged before walking. There was a clear struggle, even with the mess and emptiness that was the warehouse.

That wasn't Dick's biggest concern. The concern lay in just how much blood there was. Too much for any normal person to lose and still manage to stumble through the warehouse.

It wasn't just blood. It wasn't that much, but Dick could spot the strangeness in the liquid. The mixed in green that had an eerily similar color and glow as a certain pit.

Without thinking, Dick followed the trail. Barely remembering to make contact with his family. Give them an update on what he found. Words telling him to stay put for backup went in one ear and out the other.

Something in Dick's gut was telling him he couldn't wait. He needed to find the source. Whoever was currently bleeding out in this warehouse. He silenced the comm, moving further through the dimly lit building.

Then Dick found it. Or more so, he found him. It was just a boy. A boy that reminded Dick too much of the youngest Wayne. A boy sat against a wall, looking pale and weak.

Red and green coated the front of the boy's shirt, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. An attempt to stem the bleeding. A puddle had already started to form beneath the boy, and Dick moved without thinking once again.

He quickly found himself kneeling beside the boy, hands carefully reaching out. Before Dick even touched him, the boy flinched. Eyelids suddenly opened, wide and terrified blue eyes landed on Dick's.

In just that one look, Dick knew what he had to do. The haunting, terrified, and pained look in the boy's eyes told Dick everything he needed to know. The boy was in danger. Someone had hurt this kid, and it was clear it wasn't the first time.

The boy struggled weakly against Dick's touch, terrified whimpers, and barely coherent pleas spilled from the kid's lips. It had Dick's heart aching, clear as day the poor kid has been through hell and back.

It took a lot of reassurance, gentle touches, and promises of help before the kid let Dick take a look at the bleeding wound. A promise on Dick's soul had been the final thing that earned him any semblance of trust. A strange promise, but Dick was willing to make it.

That concern turned to pure anger the moment Dick managed to pull the sticky shirt away from the wound. The sight of a Y-incision cut perfectly into the skin, stitches tight on the skin, but blood still leaking heavily from the wound.

It didn't take long for Dick to realize why. Despite the perfect surgical care of the wound, a good couple of stitches had broken. Leaving gaping spots for that red and green liquid to pour out of.

The boy was deathly silent, tears streaking down his cheek as wide blue eyes stayed trained on Dick. In that moment, Dick knew he had to help. Had to get the kid to safety, patch him up, and find out what kind of monster would do this.

It didn't matter if the kid was human or not. It didn't matter if the kid had special abilities or not. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to be vivisected.

The kid was shrouded in mystery, but that mystery only seemed to grow and become clearer when Bruce had entered the scene. The boy had tensed, eyes flashing a bright glowing green.

Lazarus pit green.

It set a pit of dread in Dick's gut. His mind brings forward memories of Jason. Jason, after his revival, after his dip in that cursed pit. The same flash that his brother would get if he got too angry. Too emotional.

As much as Dick wanted to focus on finding who did this, if it had any connection to Ra's al Ghul. He couldn't. Not when the kid tried to get up, to pull away as Bruce and the others made their way closer.

Right now, Dick only cared about making sure the boy was okay. Fixing those stitches, getting him a meal, and a warm bed.

He needed to get this kid someplace where he felt safe and secure. Comfortable and protected. Dick wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the promise he had made, but he wasn't letting anyone get to the kid.

That included his family. As strange as it seemed, Dick put himself between the others and the kid. Shooting them all a glare that they had only ever seen a handful of times.

Dick lifted the poor boy up in his arms, cradling the crying child close as he led the way out of the warehouse. Ignoring the questions or confusion coming from Bruce and the others. As Dick walked, feeling the trembling boy clinging to him, he made a rather obvious realization.

Maybe the eldest son really was more like Bruce than he expected. Just a few short moments the the boy, a boy that Dick didn't know his name, and he was ready to pull out adoption papers. To give the boy a safety he so desperately needs.

Give him the chance that Bruce had given him all those years ago.

[heartorbit]

i'm sending this endless melody to a nameless you

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 5; Cursed or not

[declamationark]

Between Danny’s constant sleep deprivation, school stress, and his villains’ differing levels of goofiness, I’m surprised he didn’t try just.. crying, like there’s a reasonable chance they immediately regret making this kid cry

like dude, you get catharsis and your enemies get Guilted into awkwardly going "there there buddy (help??? how to stop crying??? do I just pat the kid's head????)" and giving you gifts

[happy-suitcase-blog]

[cubbihue]

hihihi, going to bed

rechecking all the asks i've gotten, and, oh boy. they all date back from August 20

so i'll be closing the inbox tomorrow morning when I wake up, and keeping it closed until it's gone down somewhat. Or at least until the box only has big story/lore points left.

So uhh :O !!! prepare for that!!!

[badnewswhatsleft]

06 a little less sixteen candles mv - commentary (full band)

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

overthinking it

[britneyshakespeare]

She's

D R E S S E D ✨

[give-grian-rights]

who are the leaf and the flame

anon. i love you. thank you for coming for the mcyt and dealing with the objects. the leaf is Leafy and the flame is Firey and they're from a SUPER old youtube series called Battle For Dream Island. like. this shit came out in 2010. the creators were twin 11 year old boys. and they're STILL MAKING THIS SHOW with new episodes and doing in person meetups to premiere episodes it. There's a new episode meant to come out any day now...

. i am so glad i am getting into it. I've known faintly of it for . most of my life, as a chronically youtube child. but i never got into it until like last week

I've watched over 15 hours of content so far and there's more to go. almost an entire season we haven't touched yet outside the first episode (TPOT: The Power Of Two) i am so sick of these objects but so in love

Firey and Leafy are my favorite, right behind Flower, Lolipop, Coiny and Pin. though, god. X and Four are also up there because those two are FREAKS!!!!

the show is just really absurdist humor at points. its so dumb but so fucking funny that i was gasping for breaths multiple times. it was really hard to bear through the first season but im so glad I did. its magical. especially when you get to BFB, Battle For Battle For Dream Island. no thats not a typo.

Firey and Leafy go through a whole friends to enemies to friends thing but i ship them. no they cannot touch each other unless its their limbs. thats fine i still think they're in love

[skrunksthatwunk]

sometimes you need to go back and listen to the music you liked when you were 13 because it's good for you. and no im not talking about like emo nostalgia in this case we have enough posts about that. im talking about dad rock. actually im just talking about barenaked ladies

[thetorturedlovergirl]

Was listening to How Did It End? by taylor and couldn’t stop thinking about Thasmin while listening to it.

It’s heartbreaking. It’s a failed relationship, where the echoes of the unanswered desperate question of “How did it end?” resonate after it didn’t work out. The reflexion you do about a whole relationship that was dreamed to last but didn’t. One where everyone is hungry to know what is happening.

It remindes me of Thasmin but especially Yaz, a Yaz after POTD (it also could be a Yaz after the timeless child but it doesn’t resonates much with me tbh). A heartbroken Yaz from a relationship that she knows the other person wanted but couldn't work out due to life circumstances (dancing around each other, little communication, problems, time, regeneration) (“Our maladies were such we could not cure them // and so a touch that was my birthright became foreign” )

13 knew their time would end someday, but she still fell in love. Their love didn’t encounter the future, their love didn’t encounter an end.

I know Yaz is an incredibly strong woman, but I don't think she can handle that ending so easily. It wouldn't be as difficult as it was after TTC (where she didn’t know if The Doctor was going to come back or if she was alive) because they said goodbye, they had an end to their relationship (even if it was an end that was not wanted by both parties in the relationship), but it would still be difficult, Because a love as strong as that they had does not last so short nor is it overcome so quickly. I think she would be lost and try to stay strong, but she would fail. People notice, people talk, people watch. The first few weeks she is not well and they know it, but she is stubborn about staying strong (while still getting help from her friends).

And this one I don’t have much to say bc I feel it says a lot for itself. (The deflation of our dreaming // leaving me barefoot and reeling is KILLING me making me cry sm oh my)

And also, I know this song is about how people gossip and follow other people's lives with too much interest (interest they shouldn't have). I can't think of any character who would do this, because that's not who they are. Yes, they talk, but not with evil intentions. They speak worried. I would say that the second pic I posted could be a companion meeting where they are talking about this situation, or the part where it says “the emphatic hunger descends” could be from the point of view of a bitter Yaz. But no, no one would take advantage of this situation for their benefit.

(Also Taylor’s soft voice it’s like the intrusive thoughts you have when thinking about someone. That voice that quietly tells u what you don’t want to hear or think, but still do).

[navree]

in terms of how pervasive the fanon perception of tim drake as this neglected/borderline abused child of the horrific drake parents who are the worst human beings to ever live, i think it largely comes from the fact that i would bet money that 90% of the people perpetuating it just didn't have two parents who both worked.

[s-cullayy]

They should invent a kind of manual labor that doesn't break your body down to dust