#I didn't feel a pull to it or anything

[privateerstudies]

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[egophiliac]

2025 is the year of the DRAGON SLIPPERS

[just-null]

Wowie rly digging the yandere clone headcanons… how would each react if their darling tried to run away from them?!

You said tried so I assume this was a failed attempt!

Short answer: they get really upset and try making it your fault (shocker.) Ain't no way any of these mfs think they're the problem. Good news! you're mostly unharmed and alive.

This will just be purely writing bc i mostly had thoughts! sorry no drawing this time!!

[cw! mentions of potential harm to reader (no actual harm done), manipulation, toxic relationship dynamics (yandere flavor), obsessive behavior]

Sekido

You're always being hunted the moment the sun comes down and you don't return home in time. Reasons like that are exactly why he hates it when you part from him. 

This time is different.. he can't find you in your usual spots. There's no fucking way, right?

How could you.. No, how DARE you? Do you think that he's some joke? That his feelings for you are something that you can run away from like it's nothing? 

The second he's sure the sun won't harm him, he's already white knuckling his khakkhara, swinging at anything and everything in his path until he gets to you.

They know how to sense if you're near or not, hell, they probably know how your specific blood type smells like. 

Did you think cuddling up to you and memorizing every detail about you was for nothing? Don't be stupid. All he needs is a trace of you and he's gone in the blink of an eye.

You better enjoy running while you can because when he catches you, and he will, those legs of yours won't have much use after he's done with them. 

Sekido doesn't WANT to do this, but you honestly give him no choice. After he trusted you enough to stop looking over his shoulder, you do this? How can he ever put any faith in you again!?

On the bright(?) side, Sekido's rage wouldn't be solely on you, it'll ricochet onto everyone, especially the other clones and himself. 

They were supposed to be looking after you! But they can't do anything right, even a task as simple as this. 

And why did he think it was a good idea to trust them with something of big importance when all they do is fuck everything up!? Everyone's idiocy is rubbing off on him!

The entire time on his search for you, he's cursing and wanting to crush anything he can get his hands on, especially your bones. 

He doesn't even bother with speaking to the others, too busy spewing out all sorts of hurtful and frustrated comments about everything. 

The brutal thought that you’d rather run away than be with him isn't one he wants to entertain, but it's echoing in his head.

At least, once the other clones get there, Karaku and Aizetsu brawl with Sekido so you're unharmed while Urogi carries you overhead. 

Sekido's jealousy flares up when he sees you in Urogi's arms, making him even more pissed if that's even possible. Great, now he looks like the bad guy and the other three, the saviors. Fucking perfect.

There's a lot of yelling and a lot of blood, especially with Urogi making things so much more annoyingly difficult in the air. Karaku and Aizetsu aren't helping. Why is Sekido suddenly the problem?! You ran away!! 

But when he calms down enough, he's cursing at everyone through clenched teeth. Sometimes trying to convince the others that you don't even need your legs anyway!!

Once you get back home (or temporary prison until you somehow regain favor), Sekido will eye your legs while gripping his staff from time to time. 

Exactly why he's forbidden to be in a room alone with you for a while until he settles down..

He glares at you more often and grows colder than before. Arguments are more common where he twists your words just to have you talk with him and be angry within reason. 

Any other type of conversation makes him so irrationally upset that the others need to step in so that he doesn't lose his temper again.

Karaku

The calmest out of the group. He brushes it off as “you're playing hard to get” again, and if he makes a ruckus, you'll scamper back and beg him to stop like always!

Then it gets darker out.. and when Sekido left, he seemed pretty pissed. Like more than usual..... shit.

Karaku sprints after Sekido when it clicks that he's found you. His mind starts reeling, unsure whether he should laugh at the absurdity of your decisions or get pissed off because you didn't even bother to give a hint! 

Not like that would do anything aside from give you away but regardless!

Everyone needs to relax, this is obviously something they can sweep under the rug. This isn't that big of a deal and you're just having a fit, but things like these can get you hurt, y'know? 

They're fun and all, sure, just maybe give him a heads up next time, yeah? Sekido can't take a joke, you know this!!! Still.. There's a way Karaku can work with this.

He'll be able to swoop in, save you, be your hero, and remind you why staying with him is kinda important. Just in case you forgot~ 

You don't wanna be out and about without his charming grin and protective hold would you? Don't answer that right now, he has a feeling you'll say something wrong!

Yet.. what if you need a firmer hand to remind you of what Karaku provides? What if you got a little too comfortable being protected so you thought you'd be alright leaving them? Man, who knew you could be spoiled!

Because of this, he would purposely fumble, letting Sekido get near you just so he can stop him at the perfect moment. He purposely gets hit too and makes sure some blood gets near you. To remind you how that could've been yours.

When Sekido calms down, Karaku laughs in your face and would pinch your cheeks if you weren't up in the air with Urogi on the way home.

You should've seen your face! It was really cute~! Maybe getting scared is your thing? He'll note that for later.

He offhandedly advises you not to do things like that all the time, fighting Sekido always kinda sucks, but it's not like you actually had a chance of successfully running away so he won't chastise you too much for it. 

That's not his job, and his heart hasn’t pumped that fast in a long time.. not even in a fight! You're so amazing~~

And delusional if you think he's not going to milk this “heroism” thing back there for some extra affection points with you. 

Don't be so mean. he got his head blown off twice and jaw dislocated thrice, not to mention everywhere else on his body. Don't you think those parts of him need some extra loving? more than usual?

There's not that much Karaku can say after that aside from reminiscing like it was a funny story. He's not upset about it, mostly a little miffed you got kinda far without him noticing, but he gets over it. 

The usual routine starts back up for him when you're back home. It's like nothing happened, but he keeps a closer eye on you since everyone's so tense.

Urogi

If you're not home before the sun sets, Urogi's clawing at the walls with stress. He usually accompanies Sekido to go find you, but this time is different. Urogi could just barely tell you were around.. When Sekido bolts, Urogi's flying as fast as he can, trying to find you first. 

You're so far.. you must've gotten kidnapped!!!!!

The stress from before burns into anger, expecting to see someone having their hands on you while you're calling out in vain. How could he let this happen?! Damn sun! 

He darts through the skies even faster imagining it, and when he finally reaches you, you look.. fine? and alone. and looking at him like he's the danger. He's here to save you, dummy..

Urogi falls to his knees, burying his face against your stomach and finally wrapping his arms around you again. Your fists violently hit his head and yank fistfuls of hair back, but it doesn't phase him. 

Your comforting warmth is back, that's all that matters. And god, your smell.. it's almost making him dizzy. He missed you so much.

There's many holes to the story in Urogi's head as to why you're so far from home, but he fills them in with more convoluted delusions. It's just a peaceful reunion right now.. 

That is until Sekido finally arrives and starts swinging his khakkhara way too close to your fragile bones. 

Now he's back in defense mode where he scoops you up and tries flying out of reach. This is so stressful!!! There's lightning everywhere and he keeps having to dodge the multiple staffs thrown his way. 

He shields you with his wings as best he can while trying to stay in the air, so you don't get hurt during Sekido's outburst.

In the skies, it's much clearer to see the hurt behind the haunting glow of Urogi's eyes. Did you care about how he might feel? Did you miss him at all? Did you not feel loved enough? Did someone say something to you? 

As he maneuvers the sky, he holds you as tightly as possible, lightly digging his talons into your skin.

Being without you for a couple hours is agonizing enough on its own. If you HAD left him, abandoned, cold, alone.. he doesn't want to think about it. All that matters is that your kidnappers or liars or whatever influenced you are gone, and you're back safe with them!!! 

You.. you still like him, right? Of course you do, fate wouldn't force your paths together if it wasn't for a reason!

Coming back home is uncomfortably tense, especially with how violently Aizetsu kicked Urogi across the room, nearly through the wall, when he tried to lick your wounds clean. It really hurt! 

When you're patched up, Urogi is ten times as clingy if that's possible. He has his arms looped around you constantly so you can't stray too far, and if his hands are busy, he always has his wings!

As happy as he is that you're back, he can't help but cry into your chest sometimes. Everything is so tense nowadays, he hates it! How could you go and do something like that? Apologize immediately! Or at least hold him too? Doubt creeps in a lot, and your attitude isn't helping.. 

His mood swings are stronger. From sobbing uncontrollably into your clothes to being all smiles and radiating with joy the next just because you said something vaguely decent.

Aizetsu

The demotivation started to creep in the second you left. During the day, Aizetsu sits by the door, wanting to be the first one you properly greet. Sekido and Urogi usually bring you back and he'll be the one in your good graces without lifting a finger. That sounds nice.. 

But as the footsteps fade and the silence lingers, Aizetsu feels miserable the longer he waits... Hold on, silence?

Before he realizes what's happening, he's already dashing to where the familiar commotion is coming from. Dread sets in as his legs take him as fast as they can whilst being the slowest of the four. This doesn't feel like they're rushing over to you after a long day, it feels.. dangerous?

What did you get yourself into..? Why do you insist on going to places Aizetsu can't follow? Are you safe? He hates not knowing.

Usually you're the one who's fine. You deal with four demons almost daily! Please please please be okay. He can't fathom it if you were hurt. 

When he gets there, the puzzle pieces fall into place and Aizetsu gets even more depressed, but at least you're not hurt. Well, not if he interferes. His movements are sluggish, a perpetual frown plastered on his face as he tries holding Sekido down. 

Aizetsu wants to dissolve into the floor, and he does sometimes. Not wanting to fight Sekido off anymore, he slumps over. 

This could've been a regular day where you came home.. Are you serious? Leaving? How pitiful could you be to actually think you could get away? Or was it that you wanted to play some sick joke on them? Well, it's not very funny... It's terrible actually.

Aizetsu stays silent on the way home, walking with a bit more energy knowing you're near despite his heart ache.

You can feel the harrowing disappointment radiating off of him the moment you all go back home.

He's tired, annoyed, and so unbelievably upset. Aizetsu grimaced when Urogi got near your scratches with his tongue, so he “politely” ushered him away. 

Knowing a human's weak points is good in battle, but he started trying to learn how to heal them, specifically because he knew these types of things might happen.

As he cleans your scratches, he's actively scolding you for leaving in a cold emotionless tone. And by scolding, he's using manipulative language, trying to make you guilty for everything you did. 

He barely has the energy to live, but now that he finally found his light in the darkness, you want to leave? Is it so wrong he wants to hold onto what makes him even a smidgen happier than usual? He reminds you that he'll wither away without you, but he's not really too keen on dying just yet.

When he tries to get back into a routine, he just can't. He knows why you left, but he doesn't want to hear it. Even if you're sweet to him or not, he'll hold you from behind when you rest.

Looking at you is too much, but being away from you is even worse. Aizetsu compromises this way, but gets quieter, occasionally sniffling when he hides his face behind you.

There's too much going on and he's so tired.. If it weren't for the others, he probably would've held you so tight for so long so that you both would perish together.

Maybe that’s why he's only allowed to hold you when you're asleep. Just please don't do that again.. He NEEDS you. Please, please, please.

Safe to say you gave them a scare. When they double down on the protectiveness, living is ten times more difficult for EVERYBODY. when you lose their trust, it's pretty difficult to gain it back, but not impossible!!

Sekido and Urogi will always assume the worst if you're gone for too long while Karaku and Aizetsu give you a little more freedom until the others drag them along into their worries.

[navree]

Incorrect, the fact that Biden has dropped out and a candidate with history of supporting medicare for all and being more receptive to a ceasefire in the I/P conflict has made me go from "I cannot morally support the Democratic nominee" to "I am voting for the Democratic nominee despite the fact she isn't perfect in every respect." I'm really happy this played out. The Dems for the most part abandoned the old Obama platform and it feels like its possible an actual progressive agenda could come to pass in my lifetime.

Kamala 2024!

If you weren't going to vote Democratic in this election before Biden dropped out you're a dorkass loser who does not care about any of the issues you're yammering about here and also a fundamentally bad person, and I hope you get run over by a bus.

But you got one thing right in all of this gibberish, Kamala 2024.

[ghastlyaffairs]

for something as trivial and simple those feelings sure are hard to get rid of

also made a gif a version for fun + alt version with no tears under the cut

the gif is in very low resolution...this is a feature (i could make it bigger but that would require saving each frame individually and than glueing it all together. also i feel like low resolution suits it better. aesthetically and fits the mood)

[dykedvonte]

wanted to say I appreciate your nuanced takes on MW and especially Curly. i don't get the claim that the fandom is full of Curly apologists when majority (esp yt and tiktok) say he's worse than Jimmy. Yes there's commentary about bro culture defending people, he def messed up in trying to placate Jimmy (tbh "we'll fix this" sounded more like trying to keep someone prone to outbursts like Jim calm and not hurt Anya/himself) but I don't think he did nothing to help Anya, since she continued to confide in him and he had less than a week to resolve it before the crash (I also don't get everyone saying he knew for ages when it seems like Anya told him that same week). I get Jimmy's a pos but saying stuff like Curly should've known he'd crash the ship or that Jim had a criminal record he ignored, reducing them to obviously horrible villain and willfully ignorant sidekick feels like a disservice to the game. If your best friend turned out to be horrible, what would you do in a confined space in the span of a few days to respond? I'd say some of the horror comes from trying to do good but ultimately failing, Curly's state after the crash is meant to be tragic horror not revenge/punishment

Thank you and this is what I want to get across.

A lot of information we have to supplement when it comes to how long things have been happening on this current ship. I think people try to add on to the horror and negligence by making things more obvious so it can feel like it was easier to avoid when, true to life, its not. Jimmy clearly didn't deserve or appreciate what Curly did for him in getting him the job, but do you think if Jimmy was that big of a menace on Earth he would've given him a position where he could have that level of power over people's lives? There's something in the fact he specifically chose to pick a position so close to himself where he could watch Jimmy.

I hate the bro code argument because that is a whole can of worms people really don't get. That sort of mentality is born from the general respect and preference of male matter over female ones. Curly is clearly not that guy, he is absent minded about the issue and inadvertently dismissive but he clearly believes Anya, he just can't understand what she's going through. It's an onslaught of information that no one really reacts right to. Additonally, the entire discussion of her assualt plays to heavy into the idea that there is fault outside of the perpertratior when it comes to SA. It's too close if she only did this or if Curly had protected her better but the fact of the matter is Jimmy did what he did. He did it before any of the conversations with Anya about it and it's why her behavior seemed to change so drastically in those last two days.

He has other conflicting thought and while his role as a Captain should've taken over, people act like it's not a very human thing to have such a toxic presence cloud your judgement. It is never easy to separate friend from coworker once that connection is formed, you want to help them, especially if they were friend first and for a long while like in this case. It's not right, but people act like it would be easy when the game clearly points out that no choice is easy to make, especially when you have to make it for more than one person. You have the weigh the consequences, look at all the options and make a plan. People can headcanon and decide how long things where happening, but if we look at what we were presented through the characters eyes, the only person given time to do that was Jimmy.

He waited two months after the crash to appoint himself Captain. Every time a problem was brought up he immediately took action and refused to sit on it and find a better solution. I think it's important to look at the warped way Jimmy takes initiative where Curly didn't as it works as a good contrast of why you don't just run in to "fix" things. The quickest and easiest option may not be the safest or most beneficial. I think some thoughts on the game suffer from the black and white thinking the game doesn't operate on along with us being voyeurs. We see what exactly led to what but the characters don't. They don't have the hindsight and foresight we do and even ours is scrambled by the non-linear story telling.

Like it's hard to talk abuou those grey zones without sounding like an apologist because you're explaining why taking responsibility isn't easy. It's not and it's weird to act like it would be in a scenerio that led up to the events of the game knowing what we know. We see all these characters in such isolated moments with various things before, in between, after and even during we aren't privy too. The idea that Jimmy is worse than Curly heavily banks on the words Jimmy was saying to Jimmy before he crashed the ship. That whatever happened on the ship was his responsibility to bare, which is true due to his position. But, are they not still not responsible for taking the actions Curly then must bare?

Like i feel like people think that these are situation that become easier with age or when you are in a postion of authority and they aren't. You don't lose your biases or gain some sudden knowledge that makes it easier. It just becomes more tiring as you keep dealing with it. I would be first in line to say Curly fucked up and should've done more but the idea he knew how bad it could get or he really saw the worst in the people around him and ignored it pretty much ignores a huge aspect of his character and the game.

[arealtrashact]

Atleast we had a Homelander and Sister Sage moment... I'll take any scene with them as a win

It was a treat seeing brain-dead Sage interacting with a completely baffled Homelander. It's . . . very telling to see how much he relies on her to do the thinking for the both of them despite only having known her for what, a month ? He's so ready to (re)assume his role as a trophy wife. Thank goodness Neuman was there to fill in for Sage during the ten seconds he had to think for himself.

Neuman, Sage and Homelander all on the same page strongly reminds me of another ruthless triumvirate

[sysig]

Go play pretend on your own (Patreon)

[cosmogyros]

One of the most valuable things I've ever done for myself is to work really hard on eradicating the concepts of "good" and "bad" from my vocabulary and thoughts. Every time I catch myself saying - or even thinking - that something is "good" or "bad", I try to stop myself, delete that word, and replace it with what I really mean instead.

And no, just synonymizing it - e.g. replacing "bad" with "evil" or "wrong" or "problematic" or "dangerous", or replacing "good" with "helpful" or "beneficial" or "positive" or "acceptable" - doesn't count. You have to actually stop and think for a minute: what do you REALLY mean?

This has done more for my personal intellectual development in recent years than almost anything else. I highly recommend it.

[kakyoinyoungpope]

I have never played this game in my life

[luckyyyduckyyy]

Feel free to ignore this, yapping into the void makes me feel better

Bros... The day I had went from good, to eh, to wtf

Even my own body tried to kill me today what /hj

[sinkingwmyships]

my musings on touch-starved Dick Grayson and Jason Todd (which got out of hand fast). enjoy :) cw: injuries (mild/minor & non-graphic); physical touch (obviously). they also complete a mission tgt. sprinkles of batdad bc i can.

consider: touch-starved Dick Grayson and Jason Todd (but if you're seeing this post i bet you've considered that before *bombastic side-eye*)

neither of them think that about themselves, that is if they even believe in the concept at all—until Dick claps Jason on the shoulder once and Jason jolts, not from surprise or pain or anything, but from the foreignness of the touch, so friendly and easy, something neither he nor his body remembers the last time they've felt. but he must have looked at Dick weird (read: annoyed or angry or something), because Dick swiftly retreats with a mumbled apology and hands held up and out, his gesture of surrender.

after that, Dick doesn't really want to risk crossing his brother's boundaries again—but when he opens his door to Jason halting mid-step, alarm on his face as if he's thirteen again and Dick has caught him sneaking out to patrol even though his homework isn't done, again... well, Dick's got to say something.

"what's up?" he asks cautiously.

turns out Jason needs help with taping his fingers because "don't wanna bother Alfred" and "the old man would probably be overjoyed now that i can't shoot properly" ("that's not true, Jason, an injury's an injury," Dick sighs), so Dick is his last resort. last, final, forget about it because it's never going to happen again. but, he sits down patient and calm while Dick scours his room for some tape (you'd think an athlete would be more prepared)—and again, while Dick winds thin, sticky strips around his fingers. Jason's hands resemble Bruce's, in their stockiness and warmth, with their countless scars and calluses, ghastly pale from being encased in their gloves all the time. his fingers twitch against Dick's, involuntary; there is something comforting about a solid sensation within his touch. Dick checks the tape two, three times over; Jason's fingers are still outstretched by the time he's finished putting the tape away and turned back around.

then Dick makes the blunder of asking "anything else?", and Jason huffs in lieu of reminding him he's not thirteen anymore, before withdrawing and vacating his room in all of two seconds.

Jason's fingers make a swift recovery. the next time they meet, it's gunfire that has drawn Nightwing to his location.

"d'i miss something?" he greets, swooping in grandly then landing by Red Hood's side upon the warehouse catwalk so soundlessly, it's as if he's nothing more than a passing shadow. he can't perceive the eye roll under the, well, red hood.

"only three factories' worth of child labor and the goons manning them." Hood discards his empty magazine then reloads. "don't worry; i didn't miss. c'mon." he starts walking away before Nightwing can comment on what he's said; still, he can feel the bat's gaze nearly puncturing the back of his helmet.

"where're we going?" Nightwing calls after him. "looks to me like you and your people got it under control."

Red Hood shakes his head. "some of the supervisors scurried in here before we could get 'em." he cocks his gun sharply. "i closed all the ground exits. what say we do a little hunting?"

"Hood...."

"figure of speech, man." he easily brushes his brother's scowl off, before gesturing for him to follow. a flick of the chin and Nightwing understands they're down there.

they venture away from Nightwing's entry point into the darkness. the building's creaks and heaves mask their footsteps, while shadows fall around them like folds of a heavy cape. cutting the lights means his opponents won't be able to see, but with how deep the night is, Red Hood can't make out jack shit, either. the only reason he knows his gun's still in his hands is because he can feel its weight and shape—the same reason he knows his brother is still beside him, from the press of Nightwing's back against his, steady, reassuring, almost warm even through their armor. Red Hood shouldn't get used to it, shouldn't stop watching his back just because it's available this one time; but already the figurative weight on his shoulders has lessened by half.

and then, the touch vanishes.

"'Wing?" he calls fast as a reflex. fuck; Red Hood doesn't know what bothers him worse, that he reacted so immediately, or that his brother is nowhere to be felt (god, that sounds weird). but his split-second of alarm subsides when a foot bumps against his firmly.

"here." Nightwing leans on him again. is that the rhythm of his breath, or Hood's own? "i thought i saw—"

something knocks Red Hood's head back, as jarring as a brother's flick to his forehead. he shoves Nightwing down before returning fire, picturing viscerally the bullet-sized dent on his helmet. if that had been Nightwing—

he feels a lithe form slide by his legs through the railings and down.

fuck! he should have grabbed him—if only he can see! fuck! Red Hood's eyes sweep frantically over the murky shadows below. a flash of blue, a spray of yellow— there! the yellow dies after he takes his shot. fucking Dickwing—he's a good marksman, but this is pushing it!

"DON'T!" and the idiot still has the compassion to plead for his opponents' lives. god, Red Hood should've just told him to piss off the moment he showed up.

still, he yells, "NON-LETHAL!" before scrambling down the catwalk as a dozen bullets zip through the space he was occupying just a moment prior. compromising his position over something so trivial... unbelievable. Red Hood channels all his frustration into his next shot—hears the thud of body hitting floor, before many others of fist hitting body, knees hitting body, escrima hitting body (maybe there are worse fates than just plain getting killed, though they'd never take him seriously)... until a final crak of face hitting floor (what did he say?) sounds out, and then all falls quiet for a moment, the sound of his own breathing within the helmet all Red Hood can hear.

"that was good!" Nightwing sounds like he's praising a three-year-old's arts and crafts project. "nobody had to get lethally injured!" Red Hood groans and drops down on the catwalk heavily. "and didn't we make a good—"

the catwalk breaks apart where it was shot at, and Red Hood can only hang on as god-knows-how-many-pounds of metal plus himself comes swinging down right at his brother.

...

Dick doesn't dare open his eyes for a moment, for fear of finding himself nothing more than a pulp on the floor.

what were the chances? didn't get shot, didn't get hit, didn't even trip once. hell, he trusts Jason, but he's pretty damn sure the chances of being hit by one of his non-lethal rounds were way higher than... whatever the hell just happened!

he's still conscious, at least, but he fears what physical state he's going to discover himself in. he can wiggle his toes fine— wait, he's not in his boots. already got medical attention? he can't be at the batcave—Jason knows its location but Dick highly doubts he'd willingly go there, especially accompanied by Dick in this condition; same with reaching out to anyone that might've been in the area. but this place doesn't smell or sound like a hospital. if Dick breathes deeply, he can make out a homey rather than industrial scent of detergent; and the occasional footsteps and conversations outside are much too clear-sounding for him to be behind the doors of a hospital room.

he cracks his eyes open. thank goodness it's dim; his head is beginning to hurt already, probably a concussion (he'd still consider himself lucky if he got away with just that). he's tucked snugly into a couch, a cozy, almost cramped fit, with a pillow wedged into the gap between his shoulder blades and the seat, a blanket or two on top of him, and his legs extending across Jason's lap to dangle over the couch's edge on the opposite side. Jason himself looks fast asleep, head lolled back onto the cushions, lax arms draped across Dick's legs where a book is also lying, open and face-down. he seems quite comfortable given... everything (well, to be fair, it wasn't him whose brother tried to squish like a bug). this must be one of Jason's safehouses, then? and for some reason, probably that they are still pretty much in their full, dirtied gear, he's put them into this arrangement on the couch?

his head throbs again, so Dick just gives up and closes his eyes. this beats the floor of some random warehouse for sure—it's warm, it's soft, and it feels surprisingly pleasant to have his legs across Jason's lap and the weight of his brother's arms upon them somehow. it's soothing, like the way sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with his siblings or teammates is. it's reassuring, like the way Bruce would pat his arm or (rarer now) his head is. it's safe, like the way his and Jason's backs against each other's in the warehouse is, the calmness of his fingers in Dick's hands is, the impulse that got Dick to clap his brother on the shoulder is. he's missed it. he's needed this.

after this night... i imagine they're a lot less awkward about, and a lot more open to, physical contact. leaning against each other; using the other as a head/arm/leg-rest; huddling for warmth; physically pushing/smacking/moving the other away instead of just saying "fuck off;" evolution from shoulder/back clap to fist bump/high five/handshake to hug when celebrating/congratulating; actual long, substantial, gratifying hugs.... this can also definitely branch off into fighting with their feet under the table until Alfred has to raise his voice at them. but goodness, just- casual physical contact, man. and slowly doing away with their own and each other's touch starvation. eventually they aren't drawn to physical touch out of need anymore, but at that point it's just become habit—and it's a darn comfy, calming, convenient habit, what's not to like? w.

(also- Bruce would like to pat his children's heads more but they're all rapidly outgrowing him-)

[theodimasbabygirl]

Gonna be so honest in saying that it was kind of a let down to NOT have Tobert involved in the murder

[shirogane-oushirou]

no promises anymoooooreeeee i'll appear online when i appear online 😭 every time i say "ooh i think life is almost done being overwhelming!" it. becomes even more overwhelming in the dumbest ways. all i can manage rn when i'm not stressing myself into a shut-down state is staring at the wall while listening to youtube essays + mindlessly crocheting.

i might queue up ppls art and fics w/o commentary in the tags... i want other ppl to see what all of my cool friends have made, but i genuinely can't think right now with this monstrous brain fog. i'm really sorry, just. yeah. maybe i'll think of some way to make it up later!!! once the dust has settled!!!! but until then i wuv u and miss u. smiles.

[venting in tags including familial manipulation and ableism. i. didn't mean to write all of that, thiss was originally going to be a main blog post but. aaaaaAAAAAA!!!!!

also no need for replies or anything, i'd turn them off for just the one post if i could kjsndkn, i just needed to get things out and go eep jsjndsfdn ok bye bye bye bye!!!!]

[crizztelcb]

Sometimes I go "oh! Why don't I interact more with the ml fandom? Especially from outside tumblr, I remember having tons of fun with everyone there!" And then Im hit all the time with 100 reasons why adrien is a sexual assaulter, why marinette is a creepy disgusting stalker or how alya and nino are assholes etc

Those people are the reason I just gave up on actually interacting with the ml fandom outside of tumblr and on creating stuff for the fandom those past years

[talkorsomething]

I have Got to get more transgender