#but i may be back

[kiss-this]

What do you think of Valentine? I think it's my least liked of the new 5? 🫣 plus the way dami says pupils is messing with me lmao, I know it's his accent but still - it sounds like popples

This is a risky question, Anon. The answer could be long 😅

So what do I think? Valentine is a beautiful song, Damiano's voice is cleaner and I'm sure the live version will be insane, particularly thanks to Tom's guitar. He'll do wonders with this one, still Valentine is not my favorite. I may have a personal problem with love songs in general, no matter if they are happy, romantic, or about toxic love, or a break up. Anyway, and this is my very personal opinion, it's an overused topic, so it feels less spontaneous to me. Don't get me wrong, I think Damiano is always honest when he writes, whether it's about silly stuff or the darkest side of his personal life. At the same time I cannot help thinking that Valentine, just like The Loneliest, while certainly coming from Dami's inspiration, is also meant to please the masses. People asked for those songs, quite loudly, too, and here they are. Is this a bad thing? No. Not necessarily, especially since the result is still noteworthy and when the quality is there, who cares? Of course artists want to sell their art, so I've got zero problem with the commercial side of the thing, unless it's all there is, but it's definitely not  Måneskin's case.

I wouldn't say Valentine is my least favorite of the new songs, mostly because I don't have a least favorite, I just have a most favorite, and it's Trastevere, as I said before. Why? It feels less generic, the topic is certainly less overused, and as a result, it feels more real to me, and also more relatable given my personal experiences. Damiano explained where it came from, and I think he was really baring his soul here, possibly because when you write about yourself and yourself alone, you're more free in a sense, while if you involve someone else you probably have some boundaries or bias. Trastevere for me is indeed more evocative, and the storytelling is something else. Also, once again, the guitar. It reminds me of old Italian folk songs and instruments such as the mandolin. If you know where to look, you can really see a melancholic Rome's alley, which gives more sense to the title and also makes the whole song feel more intimate.

[rish-you-were-here]

Happy pride

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[ssexx]

[monkesupreme]

ref

a satisfactory answer for Selina

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[autumnillustration]

"Perhaps a lesser-known gift of Kenobi's was his ability to listen."

(AU where post-banishment Ahsoka gets zapped back to TPM, strapped with a fundamental distrust of the Jedi, an apocalyptic vision of the future, and a mandate to help Anakin Skywalker. So, in all this, it's nice to have a confidant.)

edit: link to the fic

[mangozic]

archivist be upon ye

[anna-scribbles]

emma dupain cheng on the brain😽🎀

more:

[cookiekappa]

You can’t see Ed’s airpods but he’s actually listening to Hilary Duff’s Come Clean

[chloesimaginationthings]

William Afton is a master manipulator in FNAF..

[sickneurotic]

telemachus when a hundred men break into his house and call his mom a tramp or something idk

[egophiliac]

(looks at upcoming card releases)

I'm in danger :)

[lotus-pear]

learning to love

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[seamistgale]

Of @ghostreblogging, Where Danny has the same tax evasion skills as his parents. Kind of a coffee shop AU, but well, its gotham.