#but not necessarily the flavor

[ketchup-monthly]

What the Batfam Orders at Coffee Shops

according to me and @space-specs (the full list is back! :D)

Bruce- hot coffee, black, with sugar (idk hes just Like That tm)(if hes feeling extra fancy he adds a shot of bourbon or bourbon cream)(usually he’s in too big of a hurry to imbibe caffeine for that)

Dick- the most sweet thing he can find (homeboy adds a lot of the different syrups to it as well, but will NEVER use the hazelnut because it makes the drink taste like dust)(he doesn’t even make the drink almost unpalatably sweet because he likes sweet things. he does it so no one will touch it)

Babs- matcha, hot or frozen (this is partially because she has a green aesthetic to keep up, but also she enjoys the flavor and the only ones who are inclined to take a sip every once in a while are Cass and Dami)(i don’t understand bc i think matcha tastes like grass, but idk. to each their own -ketchup)

Jason- iced coffee, black, no sugar (this is a solid drink, and if he’s feeling inclined towards a slightly less bitter drink, he’ll add vanilla syrup, but he also only really gets coffee from coffee shops if he has a stakeout)(this is what i order basically all of the time and i think its fantastic -ketchup)

Tim- black coffee, extra espresso shots, hot (usually when he actually goes to a coffee shop its because Alfred has cut him off or he’s on the way to some form of meeting and needs the caffeine, so that’s what he intends to get)

Cass- chai tea (its tasty, and is caffeinated, and is sweet on its own without needing extra sugar, though she does add milk to it)(she is also inclined to order a croissant when she goes)

Steph- something fruity, iced or frozen (she doesn’t like coffee, and doesn’t really like hot drinks when it isn’t super cold outside. plus coffee shops have some really interesting fruit drinks!)(she also almost always gets some sort of sweet pastry to go with her drink)

Duke- iced caramel latte (its sweet, while still remaining bitter, and he really likes that it sort of masks the flavor of the coffee behind the caramel and milk)(tastyyyyyyyy he’s just like me for real-specs)(blech -ketchup, who does not like caramel and coffee together)

Damian- some hoity toity tea (has flashbacks the his very specific tea request in Son of Batman)(if they have a specialty tea blend, he is inclined to try it, though he tends to be overly critical and tries to get brown sugar instead of white when possible)

Cullen- iced mocha and an Arnold Palmer for Harper (he likes chocolate and coffee together and Harper will steal his drink if he doesn’t get something for her. the sweet tea and lemonade seems to keep her at bay and Cullen gets two drinks for himself)

Harper- “tea, earl grey, hot” (she doesn’t even like earl grey tea. she just does it to see who will get the reference. when cullen goes with her and she starts the line, he makes dead eye contact with the cashier with the most world-weary expression known to man on his face)(i also don’t really like earl grey, but i would totally do that -ketchup)

Kate- mango smoothie (it’s fruity, like her)(do i have an explanation? no. i zoned out and the answer came to me -specs)

Alfred- nothing (he does not go to coffee shops. and if he did, no one would ever catch him)(he will hang out at a coffee shop for the ambiance and the company, but will pull out his own drink in the middle of the shop)

Terry McGinnis- black tea (no milk, no sugar. it’s because he doesn’t like coffee and tea has the caffeine that will keep him patrolling)(he also just doesn’t like milk that much)

Matt McGinnis- iced banana milk (but its a strain of banana that hasn’t been invented yet, so it tastes completely different than the bananas we have today)(and yes, Terry is horrified by the fact that Matt gets it with ice in it)

Jarro- a cup of whipped cream (he doesnt even eat it. he plays with it like shaving cream on a desk. -specs)

Drake Winston- toasted marshmallow smore blended drink (he orders it year round, but also he doesn’t go to coffee shops but once every month or two, so it’s a treat for him)

Carrie Kelley- monster energy drinks (for the flavor, not the caffeine. she doesn’t go to coffee shops but instead just goes to the nearest gas station to get her fix)

Jim Gordon- black coffee with almond milk (because he’s lactose intolerant and found that out far later than he should have, working in a place where drinking coffee was almost expected)(he is loath to admit it, as to not embody the donut-eating cop stereotype, but he also frequently orders a donut or two)(more, if he’s taking some back for Bullock)

Bette Kane- hot vanilla latte (its a classic, and its a classic for a reason. she likes it, not matter how “boring” it may be.)

Luke Fox- hot chocolate (he likes coffee well enough, but he prefers hot chocolate)(plus, he’s man enough to confidently order a “kids” drink)

[magnificentmicrowave]

songtember day 14: Knife Party - Internet Friends

[lonelyslutavatar]

Anon ask - I imagine that Jon is the big spoon just to feel his soft boyfriend

I'm on team Jon hates being groped but doing the groping on his soft boyfriend? hell ye

[nabexis]

Going back to Skyrim I've realized I'm not an Astarion to Gale Dekarios romance Pipeline person. I'm a Lucien Flavius to Gale Dekarios Pipeline person.

Hubristic mages who are different only in that Gale is older and more experienced than Lucien. They're both bookish nerds with a special interest in a culture that disappeared off the face of the planet due to hubris and want to uncover the secrets of those civilizations.

Tell me I'm wrong. TELL ME I'M WRONG.

[andorerso]

The Captain and the Scientist's Daughter

Maura & Eyk | Jyn & Cassian parallels

[timetohop]

WIP Wednesday:

Xie Lian’s gaze darkened even further. “Such a sweet little thing. So much fire, and yet so pliant. Or perhaps naïve. Do you even know what you are asking for?”

“Yes,” Wu Ming whispered. “Your blood in exchange for my soul.”

“Not just your soul, little one. Blood magic is old and demanding.” Xie Lian leaned down until he was close enough that Wu Ming could feel his breath on his face. “It will take everything from you and give it to me. Your past, your present, your future. It will be mine to do with as I please. Even your death won’t be your own; you’ll be excluded from the reincarnation cycle and forever stuck in a limbo, with me. My little possession. Is that a sacrifice you are willing to make?”

“Yes,” Wu Ming said, heart pounding. “You are my god; to be one with you would be my honour. Do what you will with me, and take what you want.” He swallowed. “Everything I am is yours.”

“Then everything is what I’ll take.”

[adhdo5]

Sat down at a desk and had to bang this out immediately

Did he actually want Only base respect as a person? No he had higher ambitions from jump tbf. But I don't think those can be easily extricated for him. Because of this dynamic in large part

[greenerteacups]

Hi GT,

Forgive me if this is a stupid question, but I absolutely love the recs you've given (you've introduced me to tomione, and I love it!) and I was wondering if it's possible to give you some recs in return? There are some books and fics that definitely have dramione / got vibes, and I was wondering if I could share them with you!

So glad you've enjoyed them! Feel free to rec me anything you want. I've read most of the classic recs in terms of fic and adjacent content (Cruel Prince et al), but I'll try anything that's well-written. My tastes run towards weird and/or audaciously creative stuff, and I can forgive a lot of weaknesses in plot on the grounds of (1) ambition or (2) character work. My turnoffs are instalove, protagonists who can't fail, and most Y/A (I'm not a hater, I swear, I just need characters who can say "fuck" when their leg gets chopped off.)

I'm also a fan of weird and fucked-up dynamics.(Wuthering Heights was my favorite book for a while, and as a teenager I wrote an AU in which the book ends on a long sex scene where Heathcliff fucks Cathy's ghost and then immediately gets murdered by Catherine 2.) Obviously, I am very normal.

[juniepops]

I’ve only been playing magic the gathering for a few months and I feel like I understand how it works pretty well, but I tend to pick things up quick anyway so it makes me wonder how comprehensive it is to complete strangers to the game.

For people who don’t play magic: one of the types of cards is “creatures,” which are left on the playing field and have numerical values called “power” and “toughness,” meaning strength and health. During one player’s turn, they may have their creatures attack another player, which requires them to be “tapped” (turned sideways); being tapped prevents the creature from doing other actions, including blocking. However, creatures that were played the same turn can’t be tapped to attack. For each attacking creature, the defending player chooses one of their own creatures to block it, and blocking creatures do not tap. If an attacking creature is blocked, both creatures deal their power against the other’s toughness as if fighting. Creatures that are not blocked damage the other player’s life total.

With this in mind, creatures can have additional abilities that modify the above combat process. Each of the following “keywords” is used to summarize a sentence or two of additional rules that apply to creatures who have the keyword on their card. I’ve sorted them in what I personally consider to be most to least intuitive, and would like any willing non-players to try and guess their effects without looking them up:

Deathtouch

Trample

Double Strike

First Strike

Lifelink

Flying

Reach

Haste

Vigilance

Menace

[mysecretdsmpblog]

quietly reading philza's arcs with rose and the ender king + Hardcore in general as a dissociative disorder instead of possession. phil having a hard time differentiating whether things were dreams or reality, his memory being dogshit throughout, finding things done he didn't do, reading books and letters written to him from someone else, the arguably dissociative episodes of Hardcore, the whole Birdhouse arc, now with him doing shit he otherwise wouldn't, having times where his skills/senses are different (e.g. experiencing temporary blindness and then having strength/resistance he wouldn't otherwise have).

[bikefuckersoftheworldunite]

this has like truly the most fanfic levels of plot and it was made in argentina in 2009 on like 5$ budget babeyyyy

also the actual plot of the movie is more bonkers than the summary implies afdggjkk

[quibbs126]

You know I really do wonder what Radish and Rosemary’s parents look like, considering they’re sisters but don’t really look all that related

Heck, their ingredients don’t really seem that related, other than them both starting with R and being things you can grow in a garden

…Ah wait crap, now I’ve invited the request suggestion. I don’t know what to make them!

[rhythmic-idealist]

Chase Trinaeste POV Shepherds of Haven fic? Yeah………….. Chase x MC fic? Yeah.......

And another friend’s OC is also mentioned in here? …..Yeah…………… dw about it..........

Listen though. L-listen:

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You gotta learn to braid.

Thinking about it, your head is immediately gifted with images of him irritatedly brushing it out in the morning and chewing you out for bad technique. Better yet, he wears it to breakfast, thinks it’s good, and then chews you out only after Trouble makes some no-brained comment and he looks in a mirror for the first time. After all, you’ve got nimble fingers, makes sense to assume you were trustable.

Rock’s head is in your lap.

And his hair is going everywhere, and he’s always clearly taken his time with it (at your best guess he uses five different products at least), so that’s why you’re thinking about it. Don’t people with long hair sleep with braids, sometimes? Lavinet would probably teach you, and do you the favor of not announcing that you’re about to use your skills for evil.

He’s been like this since about five in the morning. You’re a light sleeper. As needs be, you rise either with the sunset or with the sun. Or elsewise, if you’ve got to— you have what some might call an uncanny sense for a well-timed catnap.

So you’re up again, working out the couple little kinks in your back from dozing upright like that. It’s another of the perks of the job: learn to sleep anywhere. You have a lot of little resume filler skills like that, just a tragic lack of resume to put it on. Idly, you wonder over the nonsensical notion of putting one together for the Order once your writing gets good enough to, and you’re kind of attached to the idea now. Blade wouldn’t read it, especially considering you’re already in, but there’s some small giddy joy you get out of the idea of putting it in his possession anyway. Maybe Trouble would read it. Maybe Shery would think it’s juicy enough that she can’t keep her hands off it, and then roll in the guilt about it for a few weeks after. ...No, you can’t do that to her. Funny as that is, she could read with permission. You might be cruel, but she’s a horrible choice of target.

Anyway— So you’ve been watching him be like this since about five in the morning, and thus have evidence of him being like this since about five in the morning. You remember falling asleep late last night, though. Waiting for him to drift first. It was probably one, two AM.

When six-thirty rolls around, you’ll have to wake him, you have a bright and early morning dose of espionage on the schedule today (it’s why the two of you are all the way out here, plus Lavinet and Ottilie graciously hosted in another wing) and you can’t have a grouchy Hero of Haven who hasn’t had a good hour or more awake to put his silver tongue back on.

Something something joke about that tongue’s many talents.

Head in lap is a surprise at all. It’s one of those things— Rock has done this thing to you where all your defenses are the ones that keep coming down first.

It feels a little like getting grifted. When you’ve caught onto a grift, though, and you’re playing along to see what or whom or where they take you to, you don’t feel like you’re in danger, because you’re good. You’re in as much danger as you want to be, or more like: when there are unpredictable variables, you know more or less where they’re going. Rock makes you feel like you’re teetering on the edge of something you don’t fucking play with, and it doesn’t help that he likes to open his mouth sometimes just to remind you you’re rolling off a cliff.

Anyway. Then you get this, and you wanna be a charming shit about it, as usual (and you intend to), you just also wonder how much he’s falling off a cliff.

He gets bad nightmares. You know that because of the trip to the Reach. You do also know it because of the tightness in Blade’s lip when you mentioned it offhand later— there’s history there; they’ve been worse than that. You also know it because you picked the brains of a couple recruits who were standing around griping after Trouble sent them for something like twenty laps around the compound (not a real intuitive head for numbers on that man): apparently, it was Captain Nomura they’d been gossiping about, and Trouble was a hardass about it.

It’s the one thing that makes you feel borderline… even. If not even, then at least okay with it.

That’s a lie, you’d probably feel okay with it anyway, you got down to being okay with whatever he’s doing to you the minute you realized you were this invested. It’s just something you use to put things in perspective. There are things you didn’t exactly expect to peel open for him, about you. But there are also things he’s not asking to broadcast publicly to every hard-luck-fleer who wanders onto the Shepherds compound to recruit. Rumors about the head of the Thieves Guild abound, but the unflattering ones are usually less true, and the untrue ones abound so plentifully that no one knows heads or tails of that, anyway.

Feels fair he should have secrets from someone. You’re still gonna fucking dig your way into them before they bury him alive, it’s just. Yeah, you haven’t had your brain pulled open onto a projection screen.

So he has nightmares. You’re not actually sure how often. Technically, you don’t have proof they haven’t gotten better since you last heard. But since you’re not bound to the same evidence requirements as a court of law, and since it’s become a roulette game of how grouchy Rock’s gonna be minute-to-minute, he was dodgy about the prospect of rooming with you or anyone on this mission at all, and he’s recently had a god or demon or trick of the light try to tell him (plus all of the rest of you) that he’s less Mage and more something else’s torn out rib, you can look at two plus two plus two and say probably.

You’ve learned how not to dream. It’s basically the same as learning how to wake up when you want to. When you did dream, you dreamt of mutiny, imaginary holes you left and getting torn down through them. You were always yourself in your dreams—some people are characters, tropes, or other people they know, apparently; you wouldn’t know. Now you keep that in the waking world, and you keep ten paces ahead of it.

That’s the thing you’re deadly sure about in him. That he’s keeping ten paces ahead of something. You—your whole tether to his side—account for anything from like one to like eight of them, as far as you can tell. That’s all you know.

…Well that’s the quick way to tell it. He’s keeping ten paces ahead of something inside the Shepherds. Could be Blade, but you’re not sure why. Could be the Autarchy, but that’s too simple for you. Doesn’t feel like it. Could be Ottilie’s God-given plans for a pretty obvious heathen, but your nose also says it’s not that easy.

He looks dead asleep right now. Comfy, you’d kind of go so far as to hope. And anyway you look at his face, still waters, and you’re a little afraid to even brush his hair out of it.

You don’t even know if he meant to lay his head down on you at all, if that’s a cliff he made his shaky peace with (or if it’s a cliff at all, if means anything to him, Hael if you know) or if he was just miserable.

You don’t know if it’s you, like the stillness might be the effect of having another body in the room that he’s willing to lay his head against— …or if maybe he just doesn’t get them every night. Or if there is one under there. But you hope he’s not dreaming.

You try to bask in it, for now. Try to pose like a king with a sweet little kitten in his lap, like a guy painted on the front of a romance novel with the sweet, innocent angel he’s seduced to lay over him, nightgown slipping down her shoulder. You spend an hour with only walls to watch, dutifully still so he can finish sleeping, and it’s only a small handful of times that you have to stop and breathe through a creep of bile up your throat.

Six-thirty hits.

“Good morning, Sunshine.”

“Mmf. What.” Rock spits a strand of hair out of his face. Yeah, you probably could have done him a favor on that instead of leaving it there for him to wake up to. But it’s funny, so, you know. Win-win.

“The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, Ottilie’s slaughtering her morning chicken—” (she is not).

Rock seems to parse the reality of where he is, and peels himself up from you, sitting facing away from you— and then he glances at you over his shoulder, for a moment, and everything about it is horribly, disressingly raw.

He looks at you a little too long. The thing about Rock is his rules are a lot like yours, and you are not supposed to say anything about it, but he’s looking at you, like he’s asking you to, and it lasts a long time.

Then he goes to brush his teeth.

[samarecharm]

Thinkin about doing a persona redesign for Pandora; i really. really. really dont like it 😭

[bright-and-burning]

i need to finish this fic SO BAD bc i am bursting at the SEAMS to tell you all about it

[knizuu]

I’ve Decided

They live in Beverly Hills [or at least, an complete equivalent] and that’s final🦐