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Have I posted this? Alpha!Jon, Alpha!Dami, Omega!Tim 🤨
I told babe I was thinking about this, but I have done this before? Meh, regardless.
**
And really, when all things in Gotham are quiet, you know it’s going to be a good night.
B shouldn’t have worried enough to call Red Robin out of Titan’s Tower, but still, it’s nice to run through the city, skimming rooftops, getting a little more down n’ dirty with street baddies than riding the usual international espionage with his team. A few weeks away and this kind of thing is really just an itch that needs to be scratched.
“I am almost disappointed,” Robin laughs from beside him under the wing of a gargoyle right on the roof of the Wallstone apartments. His veggie wrap is disappearing quickly because Baby Bat has been a bottomless pit of hunger since he started putting on height and heavier muscle five years ago. Sixteen had been good for Dami, and Bruce’s genetics kicked into high gear two years later. At twenty-one, he’s broad through the chest and shoulders, almost a head taller than Red and a few sparse inches from Hood.
It was about the time Terry had approached him in Titans’ Tower, and convinced Red to start coming back to Gotham again, fighting the good fight along with the family, taking a step back into Gotham’s underworld when the world seemed to be momentarily stable.
At some point, he and Dami started working together, stepping out in the night with masks on and old hurts finally easing.
“Meh. There’s always another night,” Red takes another bite and sighs through his nose because really, chicken wrap for the win.
(Alfred is always going to be the man.)
“I suppose. However, I’d hoped this wouldn’t have been an...exciting night for you to make the trip.”
Red waves him off, looking down at the street, chewing for a second, “all good, Baby Bat. Everyone is out of the Tower for the weekend anyway. This is a nice break.”
Robin laughs low, “only you would consider this a break.”
“Well, you know, my Wednesdays are hectic as fuck.”
“I suppose it is difficult to schedule brunch, yes?”
“You don’t even know.”
And just like that, the two of them are laughing. A little bruised from a few street fights, but nothing extreme, and Dami is getting so much better at vigilante banter that Red Robin can’t help but feel a little proud.
(Really, witty banter is their superpower. Superboy and Kid Flash will totally vouch.)
They finish the wraps and swing side-by-side to the Bowery, talking shit over comms, playing tag around the strip mall down on 44th, and genuinely making themselves pretty obvious for people that actually look up.
It’s easy to jump in the big car at the end of the night, lean back to work on his wrist computer while Dami drives them back to the Manor.
“Hey, hey, you can just drop me a few blocks from the Perch.”
“Tt. Stay at the Manor tonight. You can brief me on R&D’s projects for the board meeting.”
“Pfft, like I need to.”
“Your perspective is always better.”
“Fine, fine. You’re so needy, Dami.”
“And yet, you still put up with me, Tim.”
“Well, you’ve got me there.”
And their smiles are wide in the darkness of the car, Robin and Red Robin riding back to the Cave with coffee waiting and hot showers to wash away the night.
They meet back at the big computer, sweats and t-shirts, hair damp and bare faces, switching places from the main chair to their workstations, talking through the next week, repairing their gear or working on separate projects from their laptops.
Alfred smears goop on bruises and gives a final please be certain to persuade Master Tim to actually sleep this time, won’t you Master Damian?, disappearing up the winding stairs, the calming scent of home lingering behind him, his natural Beta scent.
With his scent blockers scrubbed off, the air around Tim is faintly sweet, following him like the smell of a good latte. Dami’s scent is still more shampoo and soap since Nulls don’t really have a discernible scent to the second sex.
And when they’re finally stretching and yawning, still a few hours to sleep before dawn, something in the air shifts.
One second, he’s got Dami laughing at the story about Bruce busting his bat ass against Mr. Freeze–while still being the Night, mind you– when Baby Bat stops abruptly, hand going down on Tim’s workstation top to catch himself when his knees unexpectedly give way.
Those eyes go wide, a hand going to his chest, fast and shocky enough that Tim sweeps forward to catch his youngest partner by pure instinct.
“Little D?! Dami, talk to me.” He keeps it calm, being Red Robin, staring at the sweat beading on the fourth Robin’s forehead while he gasps in a few fast and furious breaths.
“T-Tim,” but his eyes flutter closed and his knees wobble, his weight falling further down on Tim’s shoulder.
Shit. Tim manages to maneuver Dami down to his chair, holding him steady, wracking his brain for anything, anything they could have come upon tonight. Fear toxin, Joker gas, Ivy’s array of poisons and venom, an awful rooftop burrito from the questionable cart downtown. Anything, anything he could have a cure for right here in the fucking Cave–
When he starts to move away, to jump in the Bat Med-Bay for a syringe to take a blood sample and start up the quickest analysis he’s ever pulled off before, when he’s tamping down panic to be on point, when he sees the distress happening when those eyes look up at him–
He completely misses the way Damian’s scent abruptly gets muskier.
A hand shoots out, grips his wrist, stops him from moving away.
“Okay, I’m getting worried. C’mon D. Tell me what’s–”
He reaches down, lays two fingers over the throbbing pulse, tries to get some vitals, and something deep and dark rumbles through Baby Bat’s chest, something all about need.
Oh.
Shit.
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Most people present in their early teens, you know, about the time Robin had been a little dead, or so Tim’s sputtering thoughts try to explain away while the grip on his wrist gets tight, pulls quick enough to reel him in closer. The nose in his neck is a sudden indication since Dami as a Null had never really been able to scent like the rest of them.
The way the youngest vigilante is now inhaling against Tim’s throat like he’s dying, holding the Omega so fucking tight is the first piece of evidence. But when his mouth opens and a noise, a deep purr, rolls out against Tim’s jugular, he has an inevitable moment of oh fuck, panic.
Because he’s down in the Bat Cave with a presenting Alpha Male, and he probably smells like fucking dessert.
“D-Dami,” and he gives himself about a million vigilante points because his hands aren’t shaking when one cups the back of the new Alpha’s neck, fingernails scritching lightly at the fine hair. “Hey Baby Bat, it’s me here. I can help you, but you’ve got to ease up a little, okay?” He makes a small move to pull out of those arms, get Dami to actually look at him.
The whine is low, a noise he’s never heard out of their Robin before tonight, but those arms tighten on instinct, and now they’re pressed together from chest to hip and–and…
Oh.
“You’re going into a RUT?!”
Because of course. His luck is that awful.
“T-Timmm,” is growly and low, deeper than Robin’s usual voice, and Tim can’t suppress the shudder that goes through him.
“You’re presenting, better late than never, right?” He keeps petting even when something wet moves up the side of his throat, making a tremor go through him. “We need to–to call Jon, okay? He can help you.”
“Tim, you…” and there’s another lick to his throat, dragging over his skin like Dami’s savoring him.
“I-I’m not–” but Dami abruptly lets him go and drops down to kneel, shoving his face in the soft t-shirt over Tim’s stomach.
Hands are on his hips now, the tight hold gripping him.
He pulls the comm out of Dami’s ear, the presenting Alpha not flinching away, staying where he kneels, inhaling the scent of Omega.
Tim fumbles the comm in his ear, tapping frantically until the sound of whoosh is in the foreground.
“Hey babe,” Jon’s voice rumbles over the line, “have a good night with Red Robin?”
“Sorry, wrong Robin,” Tim stares down at Dami’s slack features with wide eyes, taking in the closed eyes, “We...that is, Robin needs you in Gotham ASAP.”
“Diverting course now,” is the immediate response, Jon’s voice changing to Superboy’s. “T, is he hurt?”
Unsure of who could be listening on the line, Tim makes a fast decision, tries to take a small step back. The hands tighten down immediately, Dami’s back straightening, eyes snapping open. The growl is something deep, vibrating the chest against his thighs, pulling at his inner Omega.
“He’s not hurt, but he might get out of control if I don’t get someone here quickly.” Tim gently lays a trembly hand on Dami’s shoulder, gets the Alpha to look up at him with those green eyes.
“Baby Bat, this isn’t...you don’t really want to do this, okay? Try to think for me, Dami. This is just because I’m an Omega, so I need you to try and think.”
“Wait, what?” Jon’s voice sounds horrified.
Shit. Forgot to tap the comm off. But, really, his inner Omega is starting to enjoy all the attention of an Alpha male, newly presented or not, so Tim totally gives himself an out here.
“Jon,” he tries to be calm, but Dami is lifting up his shirt and sticking his goddamned nose right in Tim’s belly button. His eep probably isn’t helping anything.
“Hold on, Tim, I’m almost there.”
The snuffles of breath against his stomach, brush of mouth, and Tim’s instinct to get the fuck away hits abruptly–
(Your boyfriend is going to kick my ass if he sees this.)
–and he moves fast, both hands on Dami’s wrist to loosen the hold and spin away from the Alpha male to give himself some space, pulling the current Robin off balance.
He ends up back by the big computer, eyes going wildly to his harness and utility belt discarded at his workstation.
The low growling reverberates through the Cave, making the bats above screech and start to flap around, and Tim’s whole body goes tight with what he’s sure to be an oncoming fight, wondering how that’s going to go with a rut-fevering Alpha, one that’s also his partner, his friend.
(The Omega in him doesn’t give a shit, just knows how good that musk smells, how much the Alpha is in need, how much it craves the attention, how much it wants.)
Dami’s eyes are glittering green, muscles tense as he stalks closer, eyeing the Omega he wants, the one that smells...delicious.
The rumbling purr breaks out of him again, something soft and soothing, meant to entice.
“Don’t make me fight you,” Tim swallows, eyes all for Baby Bat getting closer to him, body language giving away everything. “Dami, I don’t want to hurt you.”
But it looks like his words are lost to the Rut haze since the Alpha only purrs louder, his musk stronger even in a place as spacious as the Cave.
All right, then. It’s time to have a plan.
He feins right, darting half a step, then takes off near the bad guy trophies. The massive penny is probably a perfect distraction right about now.
Dami leaps from his side, cutting him off, the Alpha manifesting in him giving chase. Tim manages to leg sweep him, escaping reaching hands.
He doesn’t make it to the penny before Dami is pretty much body slamming him into the Cave floor, bigger hands pinning his wrists over his head, knees spreading him, and the growling Alpha is looming over him, the musk calling to his inner Omega.
“No! Dami, Dami!”
But the swipe of wet over his jugular makes his knees tremble, his back arch and not in that I’m trying to escape kind of way.
(But really, it’s been a long time, and he’s an Omega, the scent of a strong, able Alpha is like Fear Toxin or Joker Venom, it gets in his lungs, makes his inner Omega plaint, makes his scent stronger to appeal to the Alpha. Their bodies work against them.)
Dami’s free hand holds his jaw to the side so he can shove his nose in Tim’s scent gland and inhale deeply. He’s laying on top, their chests pressed together when the purring starts, and the rumble against him is obviously affecting him.
He almost wants to cry when Dami rolls his hips down, and fuck, he’s– he’–
“No,” Tim moans in Dami’s hold, his hips juttering up because he’s starting to get hard, their sweatpants making it easy to tell. “We...we can’t. J-on, Dami, you’ve got to remember Jon–”
But he loses all thought when that mouth latches on to his throat and sucks.
He cries out, bucks up when his body responds with want.
If he doesn’t do something fast, Jon is going to viciously–
“O-oh, oh wow, I��”
Because Superboy is suddenly right there watching Tim writhe on the floor under Dami, and Jon’s eyes are huge and blue, his face pink.
“It’s not–” Tim tries, “it’s just because I’m an Omega!”
“If you want to believe that,” Jon lands on his feet, moves easily to wrap both arms around his boyfriend to lift him off Tim without any effort. “Then I’m not the one to tell you differently, right Dames?”
The newly-presented Alpha tries to lunge out of the hold, to go back to the Omega scrambling to his feet.
Tim is sure his face is red enough to match Dami’s tunic, and he turns slightly to try hiding the obvious erection in his sweatpants.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tim sputters, arms around himself, “but if he did something to me while he’s very obviously dating you, he’d never forgive himself.”
But Jon seems very undisturbed about finding his boyfriend all over another guy, “sure, if we hadn’t already talked about it before. Him presenting as an Alpha this late wasn’t part of that though, so you might have a point.” Jon suddenly grins over the struggling Robin at Tim’s shocked face.
“Jon, he could barely stand me for years–” and the bitter scent of old pain takes over Tim’s sweetness because fuck, he’d wiped off the scent blockers.
But the change in scent makes Dami stop struggling against Jon’s hold, for both Alphas to suddenly have laser focus right on him. Caught up off his feet by Jon’s arms, Dami stops struggling, those green eyes intensely on Tim, hunched over slightly, holding himself.
“Oh Tim,” Jon sighs softly, and it comes out in a soft purr, “he’s been crazy about you for years. I mean, c’mon, you’re the best Robin detective!”
“But he’s with you. I-I would never do anything to fuck that up,” he’s starting to inch away, closer to the winding staircase, “you have to know that, Jon. I would never–”
“I gave him permission, Tim,” Jon cuts him off, “if you ever gave him the chance. O-or if you ever gave us the chance, we would take care of you."
Tim.exe has stopped.
"Geeze, do you even know how many times we talked about seeing you through your Heat? Even if he was a Null at the time, just talking about having you in bed with us was enough to make him go multiple times. I’m half-Kryptonian and I still had to tap out after round --“
“You would do that?” Tim cuts him off, voice strangely strained, “you would - you and Dami would - would take care of me? During my Heat?”
And Jon pauses in his ramble, only one arm around the presenting Alpha’s chest, still holding him slightly back. But Damian hears something in Tim’s tone that is upsetting. It makes him angry, makes him reach out an open hand in the hopes Tim takes it.
“Yes,” is edged with a growl, his hand open and waiting.
“We absolutely would take care of you, Tim, Heat or not. I swear, we won’t hurt you.” And Jon means it, says it unconsciously with his Superboy voice like Tim is a scared civilian and not a seasoned vigilante. “You would be safe with us.”
“I…” but his eyes dart to Jon who is churning out the most pleasant happy Alpha scent. “I can help make the Rut easier. If - If it- “
“Yes,” both Alphas growl at the same time, but Jon wasn’t holding Damian back anymore.
It was both of them inching forward, Dani’s hand out, his other clenched in Jon’s cape, brining his Alpha mate with him.
"It's statically easier for Alphas to have an Omega the first time," he rambles breathlessly, watching them come closer, the tension in his shoulders easing at the scents. He seems to sway with bare feet, hand twitching toward what they're offering.
"It'll be easier if Dames has you, not just an Omega," Jon rumbles while Damian slyly snatches Tim's hand, reels him closer. "We've got a Rut room at his place in Wayne Tower."
"Bet mine is more secure in the Perch," Tim mumbles in Dami's neck, eyes rolling up to look at Jon while the presenting Alpha inhales sharply again his throat. The noise coming out of him reverberates through all three of them.
"Decision, decisions," Jon smirks over his mate's shoulder, nose barely skimming the other side of Tim's neck, a ghost of a touch.
It still makes a certain scent spike.
It's Damian that makes the final decision, lifting his head and one hand to pull Jon's mouth to his, growl and lick and bite while Tim watches, the tension in his abdomen getting tighter, warmer, the ust surrounding them as the Alphas fight for dominance.
Right in front of him.
The noise that comes out of Tim's throat is enough to spur someone into actions because--
-- the next second, the cave camera blur and the three disappear from sight, leaving behind discarded suits. Twenty seconds later, the lights click off for the night, leaving the bats to settle back down.
#drab#abo#tagged for anon#can't believe I remember how to tag#omega!tim#alpha!jon#alpha!dami#tim drake#damian wayne#jon kent#have I written this?#idk
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in spite of everything, I had fun <3
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#jjk leaks#yuji itadori#fushiguro megumi#nobara kugisaki#itafushikugi#jjk 271#well we made it :'>#im kind of ignoring a lot of the tag rn ghsdff ik people are upset#if u follow me u know th full extent of my thoughts on the wrapping up of the series but tl;dr the caption says it all#this series meant a lot to me and im working on a bigger tribute to fully express that love and gratitude#but take a redraw 2 tide u over for now#im just so happy. its bittersweet but those r my kids n theyre tgt and theyre okay#i think the return to normalcy is good fr them. i say let them rest n b together n process everything in time#/i'm/ satisfied with what i got out of jjk as a whole and that's all that matters to me#however ik that not everyone shares tht sentiment n thats valid!#regardless of how u feel abt the finale i hope that u at least take time to remember things abt the series that brought u joy#thats all i can say#oh yeah anyway i lightened up megumi's expression his face is so funny in that panel i can't believe he really said -_- until the very end#still tho i think megu deserves a content lil smile
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Can't Help But Feel Like Somebody's Watching
#artists on tumblr#illustration#acrylic painting#painting#colour pencil#fantasy art#eye#my art#it's been like a year and still every time i paint simplified trees i can't help but remember the person who put in the tags of a painting#something like oh my god i cannot believe how badly painted these trees are
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Danny moved to Gotham.
Freakshow is touring in Gotham.
Freakshow knows Danny is in Gotham.
Danny knows Freakshow is still after him.
Danny's faith in heroes has been shattered.
Danny turns to the only person powerful enough to run Freakshow out of town, hopefully for good.
Danny turns to the Joker for help.
The Joker is looking for a new punching bag sidekick after Harley Quinn left him.
Danny is just the perfect person to be shaped by the Joker's hands.
Danny becomes the new Joker Junior.
#pondhead blurbs#dpxdc#how we feeling about this fellas#i think it's an ideal angst fic#but i don't wanna write it lol#the younger danny is the worse it gets#someone said that danny shouldn't be afraid of the joker because he's a clown and freakshow is a ringmaster. not a clown#if i find that post i'll tag the creator cause i can't remember rn#but i'm imagining danny who is heavily traumatized and scared and lonely#finding out that one of his worst enemies he hoped to never see again is hunting him and is so close danny has to check his eyes every day#just to make sure they haven't turned red#his anxiety is out of control and he's not about to go find a Bat or Bird to talk to#who would believe him anyways? he's a monster#but danny needs help cause he will not survive this on his own and he knows it#freakshow haunts his every waking dream#but freakshow isn't from gotham. he doesn't have the city's curses engraved into his blood. he never died and he's not truly teasing death#so danny chooses to plead for help from the only predator bigger than freakshow (in his eyes) who IS from gotham#danny goes to the Joker. prepared to offer everything but his free will and free mind. he can't give those up. it's all he has.#danny is a feral house cat asking a tiger to take care of a mountain lion for him by offering the tiger his own liver on a silver platter#joker is...delighted? maybe? no one is quite sure. but he takes what danny offers.#here is this little boy. almost the same age as the second robin when he died. pleading for the JOKER to be his savior. this will be fun
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yeah no I'm so normal about ciel phantomhive from black butler why'd you ask-
(send help)
#it's the missing left sleeve and boots for me#can't believe I still remember how to do this#devastated and desparate......#(I only haven't seen my laptop for a week)#kuroshitsuji#black butler#ciel phantomhive#my art#sculpture#???#i didn't expect to use that tag ever
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I need more alterhuman mutuals ☹️
reblog this post if you're a therian or otherkin or otherlink or otherhearted!! or copinglink or fictionkin:3 or any other labels under the alterhuman umbrella!! i need more creatures in my life
#especially pine martens or fae.. tucks hair behind ear... hi..#pine marten therian#therian#alterhuman#otherkin#I'm not crosstagging' persay into otherlink or otherhearted because I saw a post saying how little there was actually related to that thing#about One of those tags and I can't remember which so it's better to be safe than sorry#fictionkin#copinglink#faekin#posting this on main is spooky scary but I CAN DO IT🗣️🗣️ I BELIEVE IN MYSELF#melinoë.txt
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anyone interested in talking about the iconic 2000's middle-grade-bordering-on-ya book series gallagher girls??
#okay incoming rant about this series#i read the first book when i was 10 or 11 and i was absolutely obssessed with it. i read it so many times i had the entire story memorized#the issue was that i could not find the rest of the series anywhere. it was either sold out or out of stock#and then i found out that only the first 3 books had been translated into my first language so at that point i kinda gave up on them#anyway#flashforward to a couple of weeks ago#i was re organizing my bookshelf and on the back i found LYKY (is this how y'all are abreviating it??)#and remembred how much i loved it#and since i'm now fluent in english and was stuck at home recovering from a surgery i decided to download the entire series and read it#to find out what the fuck happened afterwards#long story short i read all six books in 4 or 5 days#and i haven't stopped thinking about them since#it's actually so funny how little information we have in the first book#i went all of these years thinking it was mostly a silly series about a boarding school for spies when actually SO MUCH happens afterwards#i can't believe i went all of these years unaware of zach goode's existence#truly character of all time#but also i can't stop thinking about how interesting it would have been if zach had come to hate the circle and his mom during the series#rather than before#make it a true enemies to lovers#and have us witness that portion of his character developement in real time instead of being told about it#like him slowly realizing through cammie and his time at gallagher that maybe what they were doing is wrong#i think it would have been very interesting to read#although let's be real it took me until halfway through book four to trust him and he was fully one of the good guys so..#but yeah i have a lot more to say but these tags are long enough#gallagher girls#okay i just want to add another funny anecdote about my experience with this series#my copy of LYKY has an age warning in the back recomending that readers should be above 13 yo to read it#and i distinctly remember finishing it and thinking the warning was kind of dumb bcs besides a few mentions of death and other heavier topi#nothing really happened#and now i realize it was a warning for the rest of the series not just the first book because jesus fucking chirst everything after
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Don't be too hard on yourself
#mx7net#atzsource#monstaxedits#ateezedit#ateez#monsta x#i.m#hongjoong#lucieblr#forfreddy#kpopccc#kflops#nugudomedit#malegroupsnet#dailybg#ultkpopnetwork#teresgifs#ok listen the gifs migh be incoerent a little and you're right#and so are the subs#tbf I used the official ones for the translation but I made some corrections grammatically speaking#but still this part of the interview made me so soft and emotional on a whole level#can't believe that changkyun is acting more as a father figure to him in these few seconds#instead of his actual mentor 😭#i wonder if he said something more to him...more advices some relief even#gosh i wish he's remembering these words especially rn#sigh...I wished Changkyun would have been his mentor rn instead of that mf I'n nit kidding#yes it's my mbb side talking rn foremost but also me who will never forget this moment bowt#*now#ok enough talking#i don't think anyone will read this tags anyway just wanted to put two cents here about how I felt
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im so obsessed w them that I made fanart AND my own playlist
#気になってる人が男じゃなかった#the guy she wasn't interested in wasn't a guy at all#gays bonding over 90s grunge and dad rock#no like u don't understand I'm a wlw who was raised on rock and blues since as far back as I can remember#reading this manga has been SO en#SO enjoyable#I can't believe I didn't get into it sooner!!!!! And I love the NOFX Green used all through the series omg#Also re the fanmix#I know Aya and Mitsuki are super into 90's grunge and hard rock specifically#but I added in some diff stuff from betwee#Also I tried to the playlist follow the chronology of the story and might continue to add to it/edit 🤔#Anyway I'm really interested in the way both charas relate to music? I feel like they both see music as a place for enjoyment and discovery#but Aya is quite aware of and#secure in her emotions so uses music as an outlet for them: a way to arrange and communicate how she already knows how she's feeling#while Mitsuki seems more to use music as a way to actually understand both the world around her#but also herself... I love them both so muc#god my tags are horrific but writing tags on the tumblr app is literal hell#aya oosawa#mitsuki koga
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Throwback to when someone referred to me as the matpat of transformers
#very few will remember this because it really happened so casually and also... almost 2 years ago now#in the era I like to refer to as this blog's prime#on a little post someone tagged me in#and I was such a champ about it. I was so normal and did not make a scene#but I think about it at least once a month#it really was so crazy. what did I even do#I still don't know if I should be offended or not. I know it was written to place me in high regards#but that somehow made it hit so much harder#it's the type of thing that happens and you gasp and talk about it in discord but it doesn't feel that crazy. and then you look back and go#I can't believe that was a real thing that was said to me#I can't believe.. if only for a moment.. that is how I exist in someone's mind#Mac mumbles#the titles I was given in 2021... the range#chill laid back guy#bug in a jar anon wants to study#uptight annoying prick#insane individual trying to pass off as a chill laid back guy#<- favourite one btw#and lastly#the matpat of transformers#what an era
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It was crazy watching bkdk go from the most hated ship to the most popular ship in the fandom
#idk something i was thinking about#i also used to not like it if i'm being completely honest#i used to be a big td dk shipper#i still like them too!! i just like bkdk more nowadays#i remember when you could say “i like bakudeku” and everyone would move 10 feet away from you and act like you're a witch#i was in an amino group chat (LMAO) and tentatively said “i like bakudeku” and someone was like “bakudeku is so toxic why” and i was like#“oh fuck i don't wanna disrupt the harmony of the group chat” so then i backtracked and i was like “haha yeah i only like them in AUs”#to that person i like them canon compliant the most and always have i lied sorry#bkdk#bakudeku#katsudeku#side note the big reason i stopped being so into td dk is bc at the point where i JUST started liking bkdk i didn't like how a bunch of#td dk shippers would treat katsuki like he was izuku's toxic ex or something or they would use td dk to shit on bkdk#idk how that is nowadays but i used to see it in fic and it kinda just pissed me off too much so i had to step away 😭#i am a multishipper for life tho i'll go back to them someday. also tdbkdk is really good too.#i spaced out td dk so it doesn't show in their tags i hope it works 😭 if it doesn't i love them please believe me#I DO REMEMBER THIS ONE REALLY GOOD VILLAIN DEKU FIC I WAS READING BEFORE STEPPING AWAY FROM THE SHIP#i think it was unfinished i can't remember the name :(
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Strife! Strife! Shoot the freaking imp!!!!!
#homestuck#hs#jade harley#becquerel#bec#do people actually tag the dog#fun fact i had sketch for this piece for like. half of a year? i made it somewhen in summer i believe#tried to redrew it and figured the initial draft was ok and finished in one day. hooray#i'd say Jade's strife is my favorite one but there isn't much to choose among#so it's probably more correct to say it's one of my favorite interactive scenes#of. the first acts because i think there are more i can't remember offhand#anyway Sunslammer is a banger of an ost!!! i think there's even. space jazz vibes? whats the name.#also i did lazy shade'n'lighting here and actually fine with it#also i had to rewatch the scene before finishing the piece and auoeuegh i miss the first acts :^(#these kids are so sweet i like reading their interactions! dave and jade were fun! no matter if you see them as a ship or not#i like how it's visible that they are a friend group#amyway. i should reread homestuck#(had to reschedule this so i could have a little more time for fanarting ig)
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Michael wordlessly gives T’Pring her jacket as they walk through a dense fog which sticks to their skin like frost. T’Pring asks if she’s cold once, planning on arguing the jacket back onto the other girl’s shoulders when she denies it but Michael merely says “It’s logical for you to have it, given the differences in our physiology,” her tone neutral though her voice trembles. T’Pring never offers it back to her again and Michael doesn’t ask for its return.
#T'Pring#Michael Burnham#T'Pring/Michael#their families are vacationing together somewhere or something - idk#Michael: -does something she'll forget about in like a week-#T'Pring: -remembers it forever-#T'Pring is gently running her hand along the fabric of Michael's coat remembering this#meanwhile Michael only recalls it to think 'I can't believe she never gave my coat back'#I just think it'd be lowkey hilarious if Spock was angsting about how T'Pring could ever love his human side while she's fully crushing#on his 100% human step sister#bea art tag#star trek art#star trek lesbians#star trek#also wouldn't it be deliciously angsty if Michael were 'more Vulcan' (in Sarek's view) than Spock?#and T'Pring's affections for Michael were taken as further confirmation of that??#Michael adhering the most strictly to her father's wishes and what he thinks it means to be a Good/Ideal Vulcan while being the only fully#human child is just...-eats the idea- delicious#Michael not really caring much about Vulcan society (That's Spock's deal) but more about what Sarek specifically thinks of her#Michael Burnham art#T'Pring art
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#something to be said not just about how Ibrahim aims to replace his past family with his present bond with Süleiman (and Musti and Mahi#branch off of that bond) but also how Hatice fits in all of this - the one Ibrahim leans on everytime he's likely to lose SS is *her*#she isn't just the future he wants to secure in the castle but also the past he yearns for outside of it especially in that initial period#of their relationship; and not just any past but a very particular fragment of it - the next most valuable person of his past other than#his brother: his *mother*. it's no wonder him playing *his mother's* melodies with the violin marks the beginning of their story and stays#an important motif throughout. just like Ibrahim's mother Hatice is so familiar yet so out of reach (and this unreachability accumulates in#E13 - Ibrahim leaves for Parga thus returning to his past but leaving Hatice behind but *then* finding out his mother is gone too.#*both* people he wants to be close to soo much are *gone* in that moment. there's a link between them because of this. also Hatice tieing#lbrahim's mother to “heaven” as well and her “looking at their happiness from above” Ibro responds with in E14.) Hatice will distance#more and more from that role later on until lbrahim starts to outright abandon this whole 'return to the past' idea with Hatice and#search for it through Nigar instead. but yeah anyway I feel these two scenes are the perfect encapsulation of how complicated#the past is for lbrahim; he avoids remembering it because it *hurts* to remember both because why would he remember it when he already has#an established future and because deep down he resents what he's become and established as that isn't ever permanent and he's lost all else#*himself* most of all as who is a person without his roots? he wants to forget them but can't ever do it so what's left is replacing them#*all of them*; when he finds Hatice too he wants to have *both* her and Süleiman and SS marrying Hatice off directly challanges that want#up to that point he believed in the possibility of their love more than Hatice did; now? he seems as lost as she is not knowing what to do#the only way not to lose either of them is accepting Süleiman's order convincing himself that this is how it should be no matter how much#that hurts and would bury him even deeper; he can't bear it so he searches for a solution - and when he sees Rhodes sea? it hits him#it hits him how low he's actually sunk through the losses and if he can't “fully* replace the past he'll *fully* return to the past letting#*everything else* once hidden out as well. not to mention how right before he left to Parga he was brought to fear for his literal death#and then he is given more power that also brings some uncertainty with it and that likely scared him cementing his departure for Parga#directly following Piri Pasha's advice to let power go as it won't let *you* go#(btw a big contrast between S01 and S03 Ibrahim can be drawn in his relationship with Piri Pasha and his relationship with Ebusuud)#magnificent century#muhteşem yüzyıl#muhtesem yuzyil#ibrahim pasha#(sorry for the disorganized tags but if I kept it like it was I would've exceeded the limit before I even finished 😅)#(just Ibrahim and Hatice in general are people who latch onto each other to get over their losses and ache for peace amidst their turbulent#lives and positions and that's what keeps them close and will later too)
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What's not to love about these lovely creatures? Honestly, growing up I was always a dog person (even despite the fact that I was attacked by one when I was young). But then I realized I wouldn't be able to take care of a dog for, well, a buncha reasons, thought about how it would be to have a cat, and thought, yeah, it would be nice to have one. For so many reasons. The eternally lethargic me could never take care of a dog properly. A cat, though? I probably could.
#the void asks back#I physically still can't bring myself not to freeze up or get away when a dog is nearby#despite the fact that I still love them#my first thought when one is nearby is always “what if it decides to attack me?”#obviously the answer is that it won't but childhood trauma does shit to you lol#that's the first time I've ever called it trauma but now that I mention it it really is huh#still remember sobbing afterwards about the wounds on my back#shame I never got any scars#the least I could get for going through that#fun fact: The next house we moved to after that incident had a dog that was chained that I played with#one of my strongest memories with the dog was of accidentally hurting it because of how sad and guilty it made me#like damn I really liked that dog#despite the fact that I still couldn't get too close given the whole recently formed trauma thing#I do also remember getting chased by a crocodile with my aunt back in the same home the dog attack took place in#or was it an alligator#but honestly I have trouble believing that memory wasn't a dream#even though that's the only memory of that time I'm unsure is a dream or not#one day I should ask my aunt if it was a dream#also we were in the house's compound so we were able to run inside and be fine#but somehow I doubt that that really happened#oops there I go rambling in the tags again
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If Robin were a boy she'd be everyone's favorite character but since she's a girl she only gets to be Steve's gay best friend.
#from the simple fact that male!Robin from alternate dimension would certainly be a gay man#automatically shipped with Steve because Of Course#like of course that's how it'd go. and everyone would accuse the show of queerbaiting because obviously a queer man can't come out to a#male straight friend if it doesn't have some supposed ''romantic subtext'' there#the shipwars among h4rringrove and st3ddie and m/m!St0bin would drive me insane#what really drives me up the walls is people so desperate for canon queer rep they need to make up queerness in characters when it isn't#there. and im not talking abt headcanons or shipping i'm talking about people who wholeheartedly believe byl3r is going to be canon#like beyond it being a theory like these people actually believe mike is gay in canon and was intentionally written that way#it wouldn't bother me if it wasn't so painfully clear the female queer character we got isn't enough.#like idc if people have different opinions from me. if you're a byl3r endgame truther it doesn't affect me you do you#but byl3r and st3ddie being so fucking MASSIVE just shows you how male characters are priorized over female characters. like i get people#liking those ships and characters. i'm just shocked to see the NUMBERS.#and knowing Robin isn't as appreciated as them just because she's a girl#like sometimes i feel almost guilty to fixate on her when she's not like one of the main MAIN characters and she barely has an arc and gets#little attention from the story. but then i remember the eddie/st3ddie fandom exists#idk i just wish i could find robin content in robin tags but it seems like tags such as ''robin buckley internalized homophobia'' (my guilty#pleasure when it comes to angst) is dominated by straight boys steve and eddie. which is ironic
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