#Night-Top-Down

[zootoo]

Deer Safari, Anna Zoological Park, India by RVK Photography

[lifemod17]

Unfathomable amount of SILLY!!!

🎥: livsigg | tiktok

Melbourne, night 2 || 11/13/2024

[sidewalk-cracks]

literally please give Battison a Dick Grayson in the Batman Part II.

The first movie was about Bruce's journey from not wanting to be Bruce Wayne, to realizing that he does in fact need to be Bruce Wayne, and that Bruce Wayne can be a force used for good just like Batman. Logically then, the second movie should explore the next immediate question on the table: okay, he needs to be Bruce Wayne. So who is Bruce Wayne? What kind of man is Bruce Wayne going to be? Bruce still feels defined by his trauma of his parent's death. Bruce Wayne still feels defined by his parents' shadows, by his father's legacy. He still feels defined by his grief. How does he make Bruce Wayne be something different?

Dick Grayson would serve as the PERFECT device for Bruce to discover who he can be. Because Dick Grayson is literally just a young Bruce, and Bruce sees that instantly (it's why he takes him in in the first place). So throughout the movie, as Bruce tries to help Dick process his grief, he's inadvertently processing his OWN grief. Dick Grayson unknowingly helps Bruce process his own trauma, and through their developing relationship shows him that Bruce Wayne can be more than a recluse, a failure, a man drowning in his own head- he can be a protector, a friend, a parent.

When Dick points a gun at Tony Zucco's head, Bruce talks him down, and all the words that he gives him are words he had wanted when he was a kid and his grief was fresh. Even though they're gone, you're not alone. I understand.

BATTISON NEEDS DICK GRAYSON TO BE ABLE TO TAKE THE NEXT STEP OF HIS CHARACTER GROWTH.

[johnnyshrine]

★ 065 // “UNO, based on a true story” (Story below the cut!)

(Sometimes me and my partner will slip into improv RP over text and it leads to fun shenanigans. Like last night:)

(We then get in call to actually play cards. Johnny and Gyro play many riveting rounds of UNO and decide to turn it into a drinking game: whoever loses, drinks. This is the aftermath of that night:)

(Yes, this is real: I did lose at UNO 11 times in a row, and I have to tell the whole world this.... sigh....)

[romcomxdd]

hi it’s me i’m back randomly because a random experience sparked this idea and it’s 1 am and i can’t sleep-

ice usually relies on mav to dispose of any creepy crawlies that make their way into the couples home. it’s not that ice has a phobia or anything he just prefers to leave it to the pocket rocket to deal with them. and mav’s more than happy to comply, plus he lives for ice’s satirical swoons of ‘oh my hero’ whenever he very bravely traps a daddy long legs in a cup and throws it out the window.

but the one thing he absolutely cannot stand is snakes. never in a million years would he admit it, but he jumps about ten feet in the air whenever he see’s one, be it in a zoo enclosure or slithering across a ditch 30 meters away.

it had never really been a problem until one particularly hot summers day, when baby (15 y/o) bradley was sitting on the couch sucking an icy pole and mav was doing something in the kitchen (the picture domestic life those two). they’d left the door open to let some air through, when mav looked up and saw a baby rattlesnake on the tiled floor infront of him.

after a LOT of swearing and some yelling at bradley to get up off the floor, mav frantically called ice (who was out having a beer with slider) and with his voice about two octaves higher, begged him to come home immediately.

when ice and slider (who’d tagged along for the shits and gigs) did get back, they were somewhat amused to find both bradley and maverick hovered on top of the kitchen counter. armoured by a pair of weeding gloves and wielding spatulas the pair were in a standoff with the snake, which was asleep in the sunniest corner of the living room.

[cometconnector]

do you guys like my new pfp

hii werewolf tommy kinard.. welcome to my brain..

[medeaft]

Vampire climbing in through a window (originally: Ablakon bemászó vámpír) 2024 Acrylic on paper

No matter how high up you live, vampires can still get you.

This is a small picture, about 14×14 cm, but it's not like I can't get a more detailed view of the city even at this size; it's that I didn't want to - I wanted to express the city as the rivers of lights that are the roads, as heights and depths, and the fact that even though it's night, it's never dark and it's never quiet. (Cities are difficult for me to handle, in part for this reason.) These are the things that someone inhuman would understand of a city; someone who doesn't know what a bank is, or a fast-food restaurant, or a supermarket; someone who sees it as a landscape to traverse.

[wildsaltair]

HOT HOT HOT HOT SUPER HOT HOT HOTTTTT

[seventeendeer]

hrrr I Saw the TV Glow is still rolling around in the back of my mind. it's hitting me somewhat belatedly that what seemingly starts as mainly an identity story turns out - toward the final act - to also be a love story. two queer kids finding each other (again). the bond they forge (have always had). the feelings that start to grow (were always there) despite the lie they're living. one trying to save the other, and failing. the frail hope at the end that maybe what they had mattered after all, even if they never see each other again. maybe because they knew each other, someday things will be better.

idk. so much of the story feels so lonely. they're awkward with each other at first and they don't really "get" each other and they're absent from each other's lives for long periods and they don't have anyone else. but it's all a lie - they were best friends, they knew each other better than anyone, they are who they are because they knew each other, they were not alone. no matter how bleak the setting is, this fake world can't obscure the truth. they'll never forget each other. it will always have happened, it will always have mattered.

it's so hard to put into words but Owen/Isabel and Maddy/Tara make me so crazy, the way everything in the world works to drive them apart and yet not even losing their memories can destroy the connection between them. and it's not enough to prevent the world from tearing them apart but maybe it's enough to save their lives

queer love portrayed not as supernaturally resilient or invincible (god knows it isn't), but as a precious fragile thing that can and will grow back over and over in some form no matter what ...

[lale-txt]

combed out my hair and realized it's almost waist length again... i feel my powers returning......

[bigsharkguy]

fight club as night in the woods because its fall yippee

[vintage-tigre]

[velvetjune]

Night Springs DLC spoiler

Can’t stop thinking about Rose’s fanart in the night springs dlc

[marciliedonato]

Tell me how in the span of a week my hair went from smokey lilac 'I like this this is cute' to fucking bright ass ugly grimace purple like I hate this so so much I went to my hairdresser bc she said the purple wasn't rly sticking last week and she was gonna order something to make it more noticeable and what she was trying last week was cute and she knew what I wanted bc I showed ref pics and like I was so happy at first and then almost all of it faded when I washed it which was :// but like I thought she was gonna have some product that you can like. Only get from salon suppliers or smth and was similar but not pastel so it faded pastel instead of disappearing and I'm seriously regretting going there before my nail appointment today bc this is absolutely NOT what I wanted and now Idk if im gonna be able to get it out completely and It looks so bad and now I'm gonna have to spend even more trying to fix it myself I deadass had like a panic attack in silence when I was getting my nails done bc it was back to back so there was no time to process it's so ugly and not what I wanted and like it's just taking everything in me not to start ripping my hair out whoever is praying on my downfall quit bitch oh my God...

Like. My hair now vs after the 1st wash vs how it looked originally... Do you think God stays in heaven bc he too is afraid of what he's created etc etc....

[raceweek]

sometimes things happen to alex and im like um??? and then i give it a second and im like actually that checks that’s definitely a thing that just happens to alex. like he’s not even directly involved in this and yet. alexexistingcore

[nataliesscatorccio]

Like everyone else I am rightfully obsessed with Shauna and Jackie's shared wardrobe, but can we talk for a second also about the very specific jealousy sharing clothes comes with? This experience might not be as universal as I think it is, but: The babyish instinct to want to grab it back and say "mine!" and all the self-conscious thoughts of it looks better on her than it looks on me. Feeling protective over your clothes ("I don't want her to borrow it, she'll mess it up!"), or feeling resentment when your clothes get compliments while someone else is wearing them (the instinct then to laugh awkwardly and deny credit, "thanks! it's actually hers.") And even larger scale! That strange push for competition when two girls show up wearing the same outfit. Who wore it better?

All this to say buried under the love stored in wearing the butterfly tops and sharing the flannels and saving the virginity dress there is also that distinctly meaner and pettier voice of a ghost in Shauna's ear saying "did you ask if you could borrow that?" saying "you're going to ruin it." saying "it looked better on me." saying "hey! that's mine!"

The brief and amazing moment in the pilot when Jackie is suggesting outfits to Shauna speaks to this too. Shauna's frustration at finding anything of her own that's suitable. Wear the red dress I gave you! It's such a sincere suggestion. But it's Jackie's old dress. It's Jackie's suggestion. Shauna knows when she puts it on the cruel voice in her head that sounds a lot like Jackie will remind her all night that it isn't really her dress, and Jackie wore it better anyway, and every compliment she gets will be politely redirected to Jackie. "Thanks. It was hers." (This sentiment echoes into infinity).

Then we have Jackie's funeral, and the ferocity with which Shauna insists Jackie keep her clothes. Sure, for the humanity and the dignity of it. But just as much, how could she bear to see Natalie or Akilah or Mari or Misty or anyone else walk around in Jackie's shoes? She didn't want to borrow Jackie's clothes. (I kind of doubt she wanted Jackie to borrow hers either). Nor did she want Jackie's whole hand-me-down life. But fuck if she was going to donate it to Goodwill for just anyone to take, and it wasn't like she was satisfied with her own.

I think of this The Haunting of Hill House post via @2008hondacivic and of Twin Peaks' Laura Palmer yelling "Don't ever wear my clothes!" at Donna. Don't ever become me! But also, there is so little left of me, and That's Mine! Give it back! I'm sure they wish they could.