#I am just tired and its 2am

[duckchaw]

Some dbda side characters

[xxplastic-cubexx]

oh boy 2AM !!!!!!

[t4tails]

finished gotham season 4! LETS GO. im excited to be so close to the end, but i honestly think that was my favorite season so far! loved the tone shift to overt horror, and all of the villains playing such consistent roles as their personas made this the first season to actually feel like batman. it was still messy, and ridiculous, and the plot often zig-zagged like crazy, but it was all entertaining, which is what i hope for out of this show.

honestly the only plotline i didnt like a lot of the time was eds, he started out really fun but the romance with lee didnt feel built up and their actors have so little chemistry, and of course his... weird, offensive evil alternate personality they brought back from season 1. not great. but the fact that thats the only thing i can think of that i really didnt like to watch is crazy! im normally way more critical of this show! wow! and i'm actually excited for the no man's land inspired arc next season. but not as excited as i am to watch something else lol

best episodes: hog day afternoon, stop hitting yourself, queen takes knight, the sinking ship the grand applause, and no man's land

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Remember, please, when talking about UtRH, you have to remember. That yes while Bruce doesn't kill for multiple reasons, including the belief that he wouldn't be able to stop himself if he could justify it once.

You have to remember that Jason DOES account for that, in his own way

After asking Bruce directly to kill the Joker, and hearing Bruce say that he won't. Jason then tells Bruce that HE (Jason) will be killing the Joker, and Bruce will have to kill Jason if he wants to stop him. Is it still, very much absolutely gonna be on Bruce's conscious anyway? Absolutely. But not in the exact way killing Joker with his own hands would've been

"Jason asked Bruce to kill the Joker" gets spread around alot, it's accurate! but it misses out on the fact that Jason was fully willing to do the whole deed. And saying he was asking Bruce to kill the Joker himself nags at me when we're talking about utrh, the comic story at least, I haven't watched the movie

Is it a small difference? Does it matter little in the grand scheme of things? Yeah. But it feels so missed out on. Jason was trying to make it as easy as possible for Bruce, give Bruce a second chance at the test, while still having to give Bruce some choice. He needed to know that his parent would pick his life and safety over the Joker's, because Shelia didn't. But he still, in a way that might not have worked, tried to still let Bruce abide by his own no killing rule.So the choice between killing him or letting the clown die would be easy

[luna-the-cretar]

Icebound episode 15 spoilers under the cut

You know, idk if it’s a good or bad thing that I had the previous context of Baldur’s Gate 3, where the entire plot of the game involves Mindflayers and their whole mindfuckery, before starting the Ogreton arc in Icebound, because the MOMENT someone eluded to some kind of mindfuckery, my mind IMMEDIATELY went to Illithids or something of that nature. And I’m kinda glad I was right but I also hate the way I found out that I was right

It’s kinda like the wendigo thing ya know? Because I had the previous context of Until Dawn (a horror game involving the lore of the wendigo), as well as my subsequent hyperfixation of researching the wendigo when I was like 13, I had an inkling that wendigo was going to be involved in some way in Icebound. And, again, I was correct, but I also hate the way I found out I was correct

Also, side note, but I love the fact that Derek mashed up a bunch of different mythologies and folklore and practices for Icebound. Like the wendigo from Native American folklore, the Aztec death whistle that Derek used for the wendigo followed by the Dragonborn Druid camp and their practices being similar to the Aztecs, as well as Ogreton having a lot of ancient Greek and ancient Roman influences (also maybe being partially inspired by the tale of the lotus eaters from the Odyssey?)

Like how has it taken me THIS long to watch Icebound. Genuinely, how. Literally EVERYTHING about it is so up my alley because I have at one point or another have hyperfixated on just about everything that very clearly has some kind of influence on this campaign. Obviously i know the Icebound and OUAW campaigns didn’t exist when I was 13/14, but man if they did I absolutely would’ve eaten this shit up. Probably would’ve even gotten into D&D sooner tbh.

[saturfied]

this is irrelevant, probably, but

DAMON

backwards is literally

NOMAD

[thecatspasta]

Do you think the corporations will realise that we will care about their straight ships if they're not a girl fawning over the first guy she sees and getting married within the year and it being treated like a good thing or is this thought process too advanced for them to handle right now.

[yanderespamton78]

me bc i had to go ahead and hyperfixate on a bunch of minor background characters with about 3 lines of dialogue each so literally no one else gives a shit about my fav ship in the whole fandom

just warning you the tags are very rambly and dont include anything important so you dont really need to bother reading them lol

[discountsoysauce]

What if I gave Victor asthma

[asummersday]

Great news!!! After struggling with this god forsaken chapter for MONTHS im FINALLY DONE. now I just have to edit and then im FREE 🙏

[125storejuice]

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[usertoxicyaoi]

god i have neverrrr everrrr everrrr been a morning workout kinda person i usually always workout after work around 5pm-ish, but since its october now and the days will start to get shorter and SAD will no doubt set in this year i wanna try switching things up for the first time and see what it does for my mood and body and brain if i workout in the mornings before work at 6am before or after i pray fajr salah instead.

[paging-possum]

Who up listening to good luck babe by chappell roan and having it resonate not in the way intended but resonating nonetheless. About to go ham in the tags about the overlap of being a lesbian and being aromantic...if u even care....

[pepprs]

what is my family going to do about the dishes when i move out. like this is insane.

[adhdbisexualramblings]

Little snippet of a story maybe?

“I’m your friend, Zim. I swear,” Membrane whispered, hands reaching out in case Zim might try to flee or his panic rose to dangerous levels. Zim stuttered with tears, the weight of the situation getting to him in the span of a second. He - he had killed his Tallest. And it - it might have been intentional, he didn’t know. His mind was all sorts of messed up these days, filling his meatbrain with things he didn’t remember.

“Friend,” he scoffed, not out of anger or, Irk forbid, hatred, “friends aren’t - Tallest aren’t friends.” Membrane sighed quietly and moved from his knees to letting his legs bunch up in front of him so he was lower.

“Zim, we talked about this, remember? I’m not a Tallest,” his words brought Zim an odd warmth, which he failed to banish from his chest. Perhaps it was the voice, so welcoming and gentle, in a way he’d never heard it before, “...Do you mind if I carry you?”

Zim made a noise, “What, like a smeet?” He was no smeet, and surely not any weaker than one to warrant being held. Irkens were not meant to be held.

“Yes, like a smeet,” he didn’t seem to understand how weak and helpless a smeet was, especially one that had to be held, “...I think it’ll help. You certainly look like you need it.” Zim looked like he wanted to protest, and he did start trying, but the words got caught in his throat when he looked up at the professor and caught his gaze. He couldn’t see his eyes, or his nose, or anything about him. Professor Membrane was always hidden, even from his own children. Yet, here, in the dim kitchen light, he looked worried. He looked worried for…for Zim. No one had ever been truly worried for Zim, as far as he could remember. That look was for him only. Like he was big enough to have a look all to himself.

“...OK.” He whispered, voice uncharacteristically small. Membrane was careful to go slow, inching closer and opening his arms invitingly. Zim bit his lip and hesitantly uncurled, crawling on all fours to the professor. He set himself down on his lap, just inside range of his arms. The professor told him he would pick him up, then did so. His arms wrapped around Zim carefully, one supporting his bottom and the other resting on his back, careful of his PAK. Zim’s face was smushed against his shoulder as he was forced to wrap the length of his arms around the professor’s neck to keep himself steady. His initial reaction was panic, panic, panic, get out, get out, you’re under attack, he’s choking you, leaving you vulnerable, he said he wasn’t like Dib, how, why did you listen to him-

He was shifted quickly so that Membrane could keep his grip and stiffened, eyes wide. Membrane seemed to sense his discomfort and kneaded his knuckles into Zim’s back gently.

“You’re alright. I’m sorry, I should have warned you,” I’m sorry. Words uncharacteristic of a Tallest. Tallest were never supposed to apologize. Zim scolded himself. Membrane was hardly a Tallest. He wasn’t even close to the genius, the power and respect a Tallest deserved. And yet…

His PAK seemed to think something else.

“No, I -” I was rightfully terrified? I’m messed up? I know you didn’t mean it but my PAK’s saying you did? Zim gave up and forced himself to relax his body. “I - I’m…sorry I got…” he couldn’t finish.

“Oh, none of that, Zim. I should have warned you. It won’t happen again. I’m going to rock you a bit. Is that alright with you?” Tallest never asked if those below them were ‘alright’ with anything. His Tallest flew into his Florpus hole because they didn’t change directions. The comms officers on The Massive were crafty, Zim admitted. It was likely they had tried to…to steer his Tallest…away…

“Zim?”

“...”

“Is my rocking you OK?” Zim nodded absently, eyes staring ahead, unblinking. The professor’s coat was warm in contrast to Zim’s always-freezing skin. His gloved claws gripped his coat and Professor Membrane’s hair tickled Zim’s face. It didn’t bother him.

As he was bounced gently, slowly at first, he repeated, like a mantra, “Tallest don’t hurt you, Tallest don’t hurt you, Tallest don’t hurt you, Tallest don’t-”

A song-like vibration of the throat made an antenna flick. Membrane was humming quietly, the only sound other than the almost-silent clicking and thrumming of Zim’s PAK. It was a childish tune. Still, it was…steady. Something to hang onto. The whirring of Zim’s PAK lowered as he shut his eyes, successfully leaving himself at pure vulnerability. Membrane continued humming and bouncing him, and Zim absently noted, from the sounds of steps, he was pacing the living room in a short line.

After he doesn’t know how long (his PAK should keep a time log. Why isn’t it?), the professor stopped. Stopped pacing, anyhow. Zim felt a stab of disappointment, then one of slight fear, then one last one of anger, belittling him for being disappointed at something so stupid. Of course it had to end eventually. He couldn’t stay in the professor’s arms forever. Maybe he’d gotten tired of him, finally. Zim wouldn’t blame him.

“Are you asleep?” His whisper came as a surprise. Zim opened his eyes automatically. Irkens had no need for sleep, and the fact the professor was proposing he could even sleep was preposterous.

“Irkens do not need sleep.” He didn’t mean to clip his voice, or to say it so loudly, likely breaking the calm silence they had made. He winced when the professor did not continue his rocking. Zim had made his Tallest upset. He would be punished for raising his voice, surely. Speaking against his leader was a crime.

“...Ah. Noted,” he still didn’t continue, to Zim’s aching fear. He - he had upset him. He had to make it right. He had to - complete the mission given, had to - harm himself - let his squeedlyspooch burst at his direction. He would put his life on the line to serve his Tallest. Tell me what to do, tell me who to hurt, tell me to do anything, command me - “Zim, you’re getting panicked again. Are you alright? Do you feel sick at all?” Sick? At all? Zim’s entire PAK was sick. The Control Brains had told him, said he was Defective. His Tallest said he was Defective. Nothing more than a short, Defective little weakling of a soldier whose first words couldn’t be more broken. He had barely gotten past Invader training with his life and respect. He had called his Tallest once, when his sickly PAK couldn’t heal him. They had laughed with him. But nothing had been funny. Nothing about his PAK failing him was anything to laugh about. They had laughed with him. With him. With him. With him. With him. With. With. At. At. At. At. At him. The Tallest laugh at him.

“Zim-”

His throat clogged with acid and he realized a second too late the vomit and bile spitting from his mouth. He coughed and retched, spasming as his spooch disdainfully emptied itself.

He was whimpering pathetically, hot tears shocking him, "I didn' mean it, 'm sorry, 'm sorry - I'm sorry, I - I - 'm sorry, my T - Tall - Talles' - Tallest, I'll clean it - up, I swear -'' his breathing was too loud. He was breathing too heavily. His throat burned. His face burned. Everything burned. His body spasmed and pulsed with sick. He swallowed breath stupidly, and they laughed with him, laughed at him, at his pathetic excuse of a mission. He wasn't even a real invader, oh Irk -

"Zim, you do not need to clean it up. I am not upset. You just got sick. That's it. It happens." Not for an Irken. Never for an Irken. A superior race taken down by nothing more than a little vomit. How stupid was this? How stupid was he? No one believes Defectives. The Tallest knew he'd done it on purpose. He would be taken to the Control Brains and deactivated for real this time. Not like that fake-out trial that had been all a joke-

"I didn't mean it, my Tallest. I didn't-" he gasped, chest heaving while he tried to suck in breath. He had done it again. It had happened again. They'd found his broken spots, and now he'd gone and ruined everything. There is always something wrong with him. Everything was always wrong with him. He ruined something good again.

“I know you didn’t mean it, Zim. Let’s go clean up now, hm?” A part of his brain told him that language was demeaning. He was not a smeet. He was not. The tears streaming down his face and the lack of control meant nothing. He was not a smeet. He’d stopped being one ages ago.

As his body shook with stupid sobs, he felt smaller. He didn’t want to feel small. Small meant weak. He was set on the bathtub edge. Membrane quietly dug through the bottom cabinet and ripped a few paper towels from a roll. He kneeled in front of Zim and reached out slowly, towel in hand, no doubt to wipe the disgusting vomit from his mouth and chin. Zim’s mind ran to catch up and he snatched the towel.

“I can do it myself,” it wasn’t said with much pride. Membrane noticed it was practically a whine. Zim took the towel shakily and roughly rubbed it across his face. He got very little of the throw up. The professor fixed him with a look Zim couldn’t place. He held out his hand expectantly. Zim stared at him, not really seeing him.

“...Please?” Membrane asked. Zim stared down at the towel, then handed it over. “Thank you, Zim.” Zim said nothing as the vomit was wiped off gently and the towel was thrown in the trash. When the professor stood, his knees cracked, though he either hid his discomfort well, or it didn’t hurt at all. “I think we’ve had enough excitement for the night, don’t you think?” He asked rhetorically.

[baekuras]

Decided I would fix my sleep schedule the same day...I downloaded Baldurs Gate 3

seeing as it is right now 6am-yeah that hasn't worked now has it