#This uh

[puppetmaster13u]

Another de-aged Danny au, but he's with Dan & Ellie & Jazz as well.

Jason has like just arrived back to Gotham, caused chaos in the underbelly due to well, 8 heads in a duffle bag, and is just starting his takeover of Crime Alley. It's going good, great even! And then he busts some sort of gang or smuggling ring run by people in white suits and there's... holy shit why do these four toddlers have Lazarus eyes?!

Is that a lab?! And Lazarus waters?! Jason might be a bit mad but he's not an asshole, he's not going to just leave these kids here to the streets. He can't just take them to the Batclan either, and as much as he begrudgingly trusts Talia, he sure as fuck doesn't trust Ras. Who knows what he'd do to four... what are they, pit-kids?

Now he's juggling his whole revenge-thing, running a criminal empire, taking over Gotham's underbelly, and being a single dad. At least the goonion seems to be down for helping, seeing as he's making Crime Alley safer...? .... Fuck he needs some proper sleep

[doughguts-art]

STOP FIGHTIIIIING

[possiblym3rkury]

“do I look like him”

[wintersportism]

oh so they kicked eisei huh

[thegcng-arch]

there's this voice in my head that keeps telling me i'm doing everything wrong. it's been here for as long as i can remember, really. it sounds just like my mother, our dearly departed barbara. even though she's dead it seems she never really left. it always puts me on edge, makes me so angry. it's difficult to explain, hard to explain, too vulnerable. i don't want people to know about this voice, about these thoughts. that's not who dennis is supposed to be. i'm confident, perfect, intelligent, handsome. i'm enough, i have to be enough. the only person who i think picks up on the voice is @clockturned. that only annoys me more. that will happen, i suppose, when you live with someone for over twenty years.

mac is always trying to help and it pisses me off. like a puppy waiting for a treat, tail wagging with excitement as he waits to be given an order, begging to show his master how good he is ( i suppose that's what i am, his master ). even though all morning i've been telling mac to shut up as he tries to help me 'feel better', he still has the audacity to look at me with those shining brown eyes and say "i would do anything for you".

my head snaps to the side, eyes narrowing in his direction as i let his words hang in the air. i can hear the voice in my head getting louder, telling me to push mac away, to push away anyone who tries to help. "i know that mac." i respond, words quiet and cool, drawing in a deep breath. i've been trying to ignore that voice in my head recently, trying to be better. less rage-full. but how do i move on from everything i know?

"you should worry about what you can do for yourself." i continue on as i take a sip of my tea, leaning back in the kitchen chair a bit as i tilt my head up to look at mac. "because honestly, mac, you're a mess. if you spent less time worrying about how to fix me, maybe you could finally fix whatever the fuck is going on with you."

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

After your first encounter with Moon (which I have yet to write about, bear with me here), Sun tells you not to wait at the lamppost anymore, but to instead go straight to his cave and wait inside, making absolutely no stops along the way. You quirk a brow at his instructions (red flag #1, Sunny) but don't protest, shrugging it off as part of the elaborate mystery of the world in your closet. Sun neglects to tell you of the true dangers of the woods, the spies and thieves and kidnappers, of the terrible fate which falls upon every human that treks the death-white snow. He really ought to tell you, but every time he opens his mouth to say something, it's the wrong time, because you're laughing at his jokes or smiling warmly in his direction, or staring up at him with eyes that soak in everything he's ever wanted to say with devoted wonder and passion, and he hasn't had pleasant company in so long, not since...

His voice dies in his throat every time.

He's weak. He can't. He can't bring himself to do it even if he has to, he knows he has to and yet he can't. You have this-this spark in your eyes, this light to your soul, one so bright it illuminates everything around it. Such light hasn't existed in a long, long time. You are a beacon that draws him in like a moth to a flame, urging him to bask in the light and drink in the warmth it provides. You bring hope to a world of bleak defeat, a hope that Narnia desperately needs, that he desperately needs.

Sun knows his time is limited. He could break any day now, either succumbing to the screaming urge to take you up to the manor, to your grave, or to be taken to the jaws of the waiting tyrant himself. But if he tells you of such a risk, you may not return. You would leave, and he would be in the dark again.

Perhaps he is selfish, for wanting to keep such a bright light to himself.

[skelekins]

I offer u my game on notes

I may make this comic someday but idk when

Starts with Snaps and Kelek at the end of a date and walking down the street. Snaps shoes are untied and Kelek ends up stepping on one of his laces (which he may have done on purpose).

So Kelek’s like “omg snaps ur the worst with tiring ur shoes” and is just. He’s not great at not being suspicious. Especially when he just kinda grins at the look Snaps gives him.

So he’s like “here I got this joke, you should read it to me while I tie your shoes” and a moment later Snaps gets a text with said joke. Kelek’s obviously prepared.

I imagine him just having the stupidest sneaky kitty face. And Snaps obviously knowing something’s up but plays along anyway.

He sent Snaps a version of this very long winded joke. Link

When Snaps is done and possibly snorts bc of what a dumb fucking joke that was he is met with Kelek also laughing and then promptly

Honking him right in the dick

Before scurrying away. In the time it took Snaps to read the joke (and willfully ignore Kelek ‘tieing his shoes’) Kelek has changed into one of his ‘play’ outfits.

He slaps his ass and tells Snaps he bet he can’t catch him and takes off.

When Snaps gives chase he prompty falls face first into the perfectly placed backpack Kelek left behind to make sure Snaps didn’t actually get hurt in the fall.

Kelek did tie his shoelaces! … together :3

Snaps belongs to @didderd; these are my own thoughts and takes :)

I just love these two sm

[basingstokemercury]

Hmm still trying to unpack that one, it's interesting as a self-psychoanalysis

I know that logically it shouldn't change how I see Julian

I couldn't care less about his physical ability, and having a highly intelligent character to relate to may be nice but isn't what makes a person

As ambivalent as I am about O'Brien, he's right here: I (and, I assume, the cast) love Julian for his compassion, understanding, and gentleness. None of those were given to him by the gene therapy, and none of them are changed by its existence.

So why do I still think of him differently? Why am I uncomfortable with this information? Why does being told that I spent all this time being enamoured by invested in a genetically altered person make me feel misled or betrayed somehow?

It's honestly a rather unpleasant self-realisation, considering all this was done without his consent and he seems to feel the same way about it.

Anyway to sidetrack from my awkward self-reflection

The ending stinger felt kind of... mean-spirited I guess?

He's clearly spent half his life agonising over whether he really deserves his success and what the life he should have had would have been like, and after one moment of sympathy and support O'Brien's response is "so this gives you an advantage over me? we can't have that!"

Honestly

I already wrote my thoughts on his actions in the next episode but this merits criticism too

WHY DO YOU WANT TO EMPHASISE THAT HE'S DIFFERENT AFTER HE POURED OUT HIS HEART IN FRONT OF YOU AND GAVE A WHOLE SELF-HATING MONOLOGUE DO YOU HAVE NEGATIVE EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE OR SOMETHING

[sparrowsage]

What's the WORST torture you can think of in the next five seconds??

NO CHEATING

TYPE IT. TYPE IT NOW.

Worst torture? It would probably be having my main subject tied hand and foot to a chair, gagged and unable to look away from what's in front of him. Then, I'd bring in someone he's close too, who would also be restrained and beat them bloody, letting my main subject watch on in horror. I'd take a hammer to their bones and a gun to their ball socket joints before pouring gasoline over their body and lighting it, watching on as my main subject cries in terror as they can't look away from their loved one dying a horrible gruesome death. Then I'd repeat til I was satisfied or til I ran out of people. By the end, I'd let my main subject sit with this horror for a few days before doing it to them.

[swervesbootycall]

Literally anything with riptide, man- love me my ocean man

//. Cybertronian Ex-Autobot neutral reader. Hope this is something.//

“I haven’t been held hostage in a while,” Riptide sounds almost impressed, “I didn’t think you would really go through with it.”

“I guess that explains why you practically volunteered,” you mutter.

It was work to move forward keeping Riptide’s gun pressed firmly against the spot marksmecha like yourself referred to as the “point of no return.” There were cranial injuries, even near complete destructions, that the right mechanic could bring a bugger back from, but you had a long, solid habit of never inflicting them. One shot: one less Decepticon. That had been your modus operandi from the moment you’d been forged up until your—

“The deserter!” Some bot or another yelps on finally spotting the two of you enter the ship’s main corridor.

“Your ship’s security is awful,” you grumbled to Riptide, “I assumed the alarm had been sounded back in the brig.”

“Red Alert was re-stationed a while ago, that’s probably why.”

“No idea who that is, but at least the name’s unsubtle enough to guess,” you raise your voice, “yeah it’s the deserter. The assassin. Tell Ultra Magnus to get a pod ready for the nearest waystation or you’re volunteering for next example.”

You jab the gun a little harder against Riptide and he winces, making you wince. You want to apologize, but the ruse is too important. Too much on the line. The bot rushes off to sound the alarm. You stick to the wall.

“I think they would let you go, if you just explained the situation. The war is over. And Ultra Magnus is-“

“Still running the place on military rank and code. Everybody’s still got their badges,” you mutter, “and it’s not like I haven’t racked up a body count on both sides. If you were serious about helping, just. Keep quiet.”

Riptide looks at you, concern in his faceplate, and you look away with a cough.

Very quietly you add, “please?” --- You spend the flight to the waystation pacing while Riptide sits and watches you.  "What are you worried about?" "Who says I'm worried?" "You're biting the paint from your hand?"

You exvent and face Riptide. "It's not easy to relax with," you gesture to the Lost Light, which lazily follows your small craft. "You really think they would have shot you down without me?" "I don't know what to think." You check on autopilot again. Check your weapons. Check your comms. You're so busy checking things that your don't notice Riptide until his arms are around you. His chin rests on your shoulder. "I'm glad I got to see you again, if that helps." What it does is bluescreen your processor. "Riptide. I'm not. It's not good that we... reunited."

"Huh." "Huh?" "Just huh." Slowly, you set your gear down and, cautiously, hug him back. "I didn't think you would really go through with the hostaging," Riptide finally says, "because we both know you can't lie for scrap." "...Well. Good thing we were the only ones who did." "Hah, yeah." You don't mean to kiss him. You really don't, but another thing you can't do for scrap is resist your feelings for Riptide. You've never been able to. You didn't mean to find yourself under him for the brief time you were stationed together, and you don't mean to now.

And just like then, he knows this somehow. Riptide doesn't escalate, he lets the two of you slide to the floor and just holds you- careful to avoid your scratched out insignia. "You want to focus on finding your brother," he says half to you, half to himself, and ten percent to no-one. "I'm sorry." "It's okay." "It's not. I owe you so much, Riptide."

"Okay, then just try to stay alive so you can pay me back. Hey, maybe if you find him we can capture both of you! Then you won't have to hostage anyone." "...That's...that's an idea. That exists. Thanks Riptide."

"You can kiss me again if you want."

--- You bolt the instant the pod touches down, transforming for maximum speed. Riptide watches you go ant touches his faceplate. At least you got to say goodbye this time. He wonders if you'll forget him. Maybe that's okay. Maybe it's best to try and forget too... not that he was able to before. He smiles. Nah. He has to remember you. Otherwise, how would he explain all the new paint transfers to Ratchet?

[vamptits]

I can't keep having the same conversations about love languages, mbti, iq, bmi, "brain fully formed at 25" and shit over and over again...

[koobiie]

i feel strongly about this

[climbingthefloors]

the us banning tiktok over fears of chinese influence prompting americans to flee to xiaohongshu (which translates to little red book - the same name as the famous red book of mao zedong quotations) and form instant connections with the chinese… you can't make this kind of irony up

[saddest-girl-in-the-whole-world]

I will NEVER not fuck with women using a traditionally masculine title. Tell me more about that girl that's also a prince.

[kiryuing]