#ah whole baby

[regonold]

Danny gets deaged and heads to Gotham to find jazz at collage there's only one problem he knows where the collage is just now where jazz's class is

Enter one bruce wayne who genuinely just so happened to be there (he's pulling a brucie wayme stunt) seeing a small kid looking around worried so what does the serial adopter do? Well he goes up to the kid of course crouching down to ask if he's ok whats his name wheres his parents or siblings?

Now jazz, jazz all but raised danny she protected him from a young age and helped him with anything he needed and durimg her time at collage she had worried for him, with the amount of bull her parents spouted she wouldn't be surprised if danny up and left

So imagine her surprise when she spotted her baby brother de aged talking to some stranger and at that moment every instinct flared and she remembered every warning she read or heard about Gotham and she acted

Danny was just looking for his sister when some guy crouched down to talk with him after asking some questions danny heard a sound he was familiar with jazz running

Bruce really wasn't expecting to be kicked for trying to help a kid

Artistic representation of jazz kicking bruce\/

[egophiliac]

still absolutely losing my mind over Lilia

[yesloulou]

Daniel and Max interviews with Georgie Tunny for Network 10 Australia | Wednesday, 2024 Australian Grand Prix 🇦🇺

[skitskatdacat63]

"The Boy With The Thorn in His Side"(x) - The Smiths × 2023 Strollonso moments + pundits' reactions

[perelka-l]

An apple trainer and a dragon trainer and their basket full of apple dragons~

[nullbutler]

something something identity something something culture

[kiwiplaetzchen]

And we waddle away ~waddle waddle~

And we waddle away ~Waddle waddle waddle~

To very next day

BUM BUM BUM BAM BUM BUM

- Duck anon who wants grapes 🍇

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

genuine question but is there any fandom where a character is well written by the majority. im thinking about fandom culture and the spread of frustration when people dont write characters well but. honestly in all the fandoms ive been in there's only like, a Select number of authors who i trust to write Well, let alone write Well AND In Character. character analysis and writing and getting inside characters' heads are all separate skills (all of which are trained by roleplaying fyi can CONFIRM playing pretend with your friends is good for you). there's been more than once where I've disagreed with an interpretation that others agreed with, and then I turned out wrong. or i turned out right. like it doesnt matter WHO is right it just matters that differences in character analysis exist, so even if you DO write well AND write in character, your in character is still going to be someone else's out of character

there's this sort of. vibe. that to play in the sandbox you Need to be able to make a castle, and if you can't make a castle then you shouldn't bother, and it completely dismisses the idea that youre in that sandbox to PLAY in the first place. there's this Weight of disappointing someone if you can't build something that they like, but that forgets that you aren't there to build them a castle. like, be KIND. if you disagree with someone then please make an effort to do so kindly. i dont give a shit about fandom discourse but there is a reason kids get removed from sandboxes if they keep throwing sand in people's eyes. but if they don't like your misshapen sand pile, then youre not obligated to change it. even if you yourself end up hating that same sand pile later- youre not building a legacy. youre playing. and sometimes the result of that play is out of character drivel. theres a reason there are so many authors and so few who i like to consistently read and thats because everyone is Fucking Around in their hobby space. hash tag brag or whatever but i can build castles. ive built several that im v proud of. ive also dug holes in the sand for fun and then tripped on them when trying to get up. I often dug a hole and then got up and fucking- whoops, its a castle now, and i didn't realize i'd made something to be proud of until after the fact. the whole time while creating shit i was Convinced it was bullshit that didn't make sense. and then other times i was Convinced it was bullshit and then i was Right and i can look back and go. huh. ew. but it doesn't matter what the end result was, because i had fun playing in the sandbox

this wasn't meant to turn into a ramble but i have Feelings about bad art and art that's badly perceived and how public perception can screw with your head and how making art youre proud of is fucking. it's so difficult!!! it's hard!! it's really fun, which is why i try to make it, but i promise you it is Okay to not tryhard creativity. even if you CAN, it's okay not to do it all the time. or ever, even. fuck around find out have fun etc

[carcarrot]

this time last year i was probably sitting in the kitchen while my dad started making an early dinner of chicken bolognese trying not to get too nervous about the concert i'd be going to in a few hours

[flowerflamestars]

where the middle meets snippet

Some long buried instinct- a mark of exactly how much time he’d been spending with Dick- Llewellyn lunged as the kid dove back into the bushes. Caught him around bird-boned shoulders, turning him back toward Dick.

Who, being Dick, feigned a swoon, grinning. “For me?”

Naturally, because billions commingled with whatever smoke delicious hell was in Gotham air had made child snatching orphan acquisition completely acceptable. Traditional. Llewellyn had already fucking participated. “We’re in over our heads with an Elle.”

“True enough,” Dick laughed, striding forward just to duck down on his haunches, smile softening. “Hi. I’m”-

“You’re Dick Grayson.” The kid didn’t try to run again, but the words seemed the break right out of him, unable to held in. Dick flicked a mystified glance up at Wells for half a second, before nodding. Wells let go.

“Yeah,” Dick said, none of his unease escaping. “Are you okay? Whatcha running from?”

Chin tipped shyly down, overgrown dark hair falling in his face, he looked about ten up close. Delicate in a way that was not helped by his oversized clothes, baggy polo sleeves emerging comically from a sweater vest. He squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Dick sounded kind, but his what the fuck expression over the kids head telegraphed even more acutely than the neon between them what he actually thought. “Think we can forgive a little trespassing. Especially if you let us take you home. Do you know your mom’s phone number, kiddo? Or your dad?”

Elle decided to make herself known with a loud sigh, arms crossed. Time overlaid- her face, smoothed with age, glittering- her face, no flesh holding onto the cliff of pointy cheekbones, grey-green putrid ooze all that remained of an empty eye socket- herself, Llewellyn blinked, herself, making a face his way at Dick’s increasing, panicked infantilization of the child in front of him.

“He’s wearing a middle school uniform,” she announced.

The errant, apparent middle schooler in question’s eyes flew open, darting from Dick to her, before settling enormous, on her cheek.

Eleanor glared back. Sighed again, like they were all very, very useless, before stomping up. “We’re going to see Jason. Do you want to come?”

He nodded, rapidly. Apparently settled, Elle went back to murdering grass with her duct-taped together boots, kid scampering along, only for them both to pause in what was more contempt than confusion when Dick offered their littlest member in question his hand.

“I don’t want anyone to get lost,” Dick shook his offending palms, giving Wells a clear help look, “Or scared?”

“Motherfucking christ,” Elle muttered, grabbing onto that horrible sweater vest to haul the kid along.

Enough was probably enough. Llewellyn caught Dick around the waist, only beginning to laugh as Dick face-planted into his sternum.

“What the fuck,” he whined. “Are all kids so mean?”

“How old did you think he was?”

Dick twisted, retaliatory, bit down on Llewellyn’s collar bone hard enough to sting. “I don’t know,” he left a kiss over the red mark, not a apology, before sinking back in. “Eight? Nine? Six? What did you think?”

“Ten,” Wells offered. “Bones are nowhere near done fusing.”

Yellow bloomed like wonder, deep dark marigold sugar blossomed fondness. “His bones.”

[love-is-dean]

One of many thins that's been bothering me about the show is the constant comparison between Rang's truamatic childhood and other characters'. It's been like that since Season 1, done by both the writers! and the fans and guess what? it is still being a thing even now in the second season!! And honestly that's so upsetting and unfair in all the ways considering the fact that the circumstances were never the same and Rang's tragic life, sufferings and his traumatic experinces were totally different from other characters'.

1- Comparing Rang's trauma to Jia's, saying Rang wasn't as strong as jia even tho they both grew up alone!

True that they both grow up lonely with no parents to take care of them but unlike Lee Rang, Jia was never an unwanted/ unloved child. She had this loving parents that she never gave up on even after 20years since they went missing and their love and memory was enough for her to be strong and keep fighting for them. She wasn't abused by people, beaten to death and abandoned to die while growing up. She was never a despised creature and never felt like she didn't matter or that she didn't belong. She sure never felt betrayed by people she loved and trusted. See? totally different from what Rang went through since before he was even born.

2. And now even comparing Rang's childhood to Yeon's too? Again true that Yeon's childhood weren't all love and rainbows and had this abusive father who would treat him sh*t for his fun but the thing is... even such an irresponsible asshole of a father who didn't care about his own kid never really wanted Yeon dead; didn't call him a monster and didn't treat him like a monster he should get rid of. And he left Yeon's care to Taluipa before disappearing so unlike Rang, Yeon was never really left alone on his own, helpless and defenseless to face the world's cruelty. He had Taluipa and also besties to count on. He was literally raised by powerful gods and as a kid he never felt what it was like to lose his home-like Rang did when villagers burned his home- to kill his friend-like when little Rang had to put blacky out of its misery and it damaged him so bad- and lose his only loved one in the world- Rang losing Yeon as a kid and later nearly dying by his sword- Yeon was not betrayed and abandoned by his loved ones and the most important he's a powerful full gumiho. Rang had a vulnurable human side so ofc he would feel things more intensely than a full gumiho. And the thing is what made Rang finally lash out and go wild on humans was not his shitty mother being cruel to him but the humans who just couldn't let him be. Long after Rang left the village with Yeon he was still this caring innocent child until humans burned his home and wanted to kill them all. So saying that Yeon didn't use his childhood as an excuse to go dark is unfair to Rang's character coz Rang wouldn't either if... only if... humans just let him live his life in peace and not try to kill him any chance they got. Just saying🤷‍♀️ and mind me remind you of the fact that 1938 Yeon isn't living the best life either. You know?

3. Rang vs imoogi.

Now their childhood have many similarities. both unwanted children, unloved by their parents, treated like monsters by people and left to die by their family.

I would've really liked it if the show had explored the tragic side of imoogi too coz what he went through was horrible and sure it would make fans interested in his story on why he turned out the way he was! but here's what differs his story from Rang's: unlike Rang, Imoogi never knew love. He grew up cold and bitter with no heart. Unlike Rang he never craved love or family. All he ever wanted was power and only power. There was no one who he really cared about. He even betrayed his only friend, the only person who cared about him coz he didn't like to see him happy-compare him to Lee Rang who sacrificed himself for his brother's happiness- Nothing could really hurt imoogi, he had no feelings, no emotion, no weakspot. He had no one to care about and didn't need them either. But Rang was different. He was shown love too. He knew love and so the loss, heartbreak and the feeling of betrayal too. He had a heart. A very soft one. We saw adult Rang couldn't even kick his hungry ghost mother away coz seeing her hurt him, coz probably he still cared. He was a very emotional boy with a lot of wounds but still had his heart no matter what and he gave love so much more than what he got. That's why he'd never end up being an evil like Imoogi. Not bc he had people to save him from his inner monsters. No. Imoogi had one too and he betrayed him. It's bc Rang cared. He always cared. he loved his people and they loved him back. He'd earned their love with his good heart and unlike imoogi he'd rather die than losing them and that's what makes his story different. Bc he loved even so much more than he was loved and that's his strength. If anything he's been so strong, struggling for hundreds of years alone and surviving the unkind world that had nothing for him but endless pain, loneliness and nothingness. All of it while he was just a broken lonely boy ignored by his loved ones and hated by the world who he really never felt like belong to and yet he still kept his heart and love and at the end he was the one who suffered to give everyone a happy ending at the expense of his own life and happiness! Lee Rang, The one who suffered the most... and deserved happiness more than anyone but never got it! Words can not explain how unjust, unfair and cruel that ending was! He deserved so much better.

[rickybaby]

“If the stars don’t align …”

[rebouks]

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Transcript:

Alma: Bruno! What’re you doing here?! Bruno: Uh-… Alma: It’s nice to see you looking so well, sweetheart.. who’s this?

Bruno: This is Ivan, a very good friend. Alma: Aha, I see. Can’t be too careful, huh? It’s a small world we live in. Bruno: Mhm, we were just leavi-…

Alma: Nonsense, Aspen would love to see you both! Go on... Bruno: Five minutes. Alma: Five minutes my ass; wait ‘til you see her.

Ivan: The fuck was that? Oscar: That’s Aspen’s aunt, I think. Ivan: How does she know Bruno?

Oscar: I’ve no idea.. go! Find out. Ivan: I guess we’ll catch up, has your mom got-… Oscar: Yeah, yeah. Relax, meet a cute baby; it’s fine.

…

Noah: Uhm-… Aspen: It’s fine, Noah. Could you give us a minute? Noah: Sure, I’ll be outside if you need me…

Ivan: You two know each other? Bruno: Alma n’ Mack were together for years, Aspen and her aunt know just as much as him. Ivan: So, you’ve known about Oscar all along?

Aspen: Not really, I suppose I made the assumption after Sidney accosted you; I didn’t know for sure until Oscar explained. Ivan: Why didn’t you say anythin’? Aspen: Would it have helped?

Ivan: I guess not… Bruno: How’re you feeling? Aspen: [chuckles] Sore! I was lucky though, easy pregnancy, easy birth; you can hold her if you want.

Bruno: Does she have a name? Aspen: We can’t decide between Willow and J-… Bruno: Juniper?

Aspen: [laughs] So predictable, I know. Bruno: She’s beautiful. Aspen: You could visit sometime, if you wanted?

Bruno: I’d rather not risk it. Aspen: Maybe it won’t always be so risky. Bruno: We’ll see.

[xinyuehui]

His true identity? Dad, didn't you already see it in the cave?

眷思量 · The Island of Siliang S2E03

[afniel]

Maaaaaaaaaaaan, come on.

(the post has ended up in the tags btw. I am not changing this and I need you to understand that it is just me talking to myself semi-publicly)

[faerie-rosethorn]

anyways i just realized that i have a trio of ocs who would work perfectly as coli trainers bc their whole thing is that they were forced to fight in a colosseum

so i scryed them up & dressed them

i think im obsessed with them now (ltr Cleo, Maxwell, Mallory)