#clap along with me

[3ggbed]

normal people noticing mistakes in movies: omg they made a typo!! its not "their"... its "there"!!! me noticing mistakes in movies: wait thtis sis not bufal.o wild wings

[edains]

Children of Rannoch: Notable Quarians aboard the Rayya

Children of Rannoch - A Quarian Overhaul (LE2)

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[folksy]

I have been seeing those videos of artists calling out people in the audience (particularly in the front/expensive spots) for not being enthusiastic or dancing along and though I get the sentiment especially when these artists then highlight the fans who are lively (those in cheaper spots) it does make me paranoid because I have been front row at shows where the artist can obviously see me and even if I am having a good time I do not really dance or move around a lot (I do sing along) because I am awkward and do not do that kind of stuff in public in front of people unless I am very intoxicated. at most I will like nod along. I promise I am having a good time I am not good with with social stuff. I know that I seem disinterested and high strung sorry. I could be having the time of my life and just be standing there nodding and singing

[lenteur]

@kimmomi she's so real for that

[mo-mode]

Was explaining the consensus song bit to my mom today then off-handedly mentioned that Lin Manuel Miranda is in the show, and she immediately went “Oh, he’s in it? He must have wrote the music then. Did he make the consensus thing?” And when I tell you the way my heart dropped to my ass at the mere thought—

[micamicster]

She’s like a cult leader <- words of a man who’s about to join a cult 😂

[apopcornkernel]

batman: track and field au

author's note: i just miss track and field varsity even though i wasnt even that good... and ive been thinking about batman track and field au for FOREVER. so today i wrote a bit 📝

things u need to know: bruce is not batman. he's a coach at a school where the rest of the justice league teaches. yes, they're still the justice league. and yes, his robins still end up as vigilantes. jason is 15 in this; the joker hasn't gotten to him yet. also i added some characters ahead of the timeline bc i love them :/

Jason stumbles over from the finish line, grinning and sweat-drenched. And then his face screws up in sudden distress, and he promptly wobbles and collapses onto the hot stadium mat.

A half-formed sound of alarm—

Bruce leaps over the bleacher railing and sprints.

A poor, well-meaning race official gets there first, but Bruce shoulders him roughly aside and crouches by Jason. Jason has turned on his side, holding his right knee tight to his chest and making little pained gasps.

It tears at his heart. “Jason,” Bruce says.

Jason’s eyes are screwed shut, and he says nothing, but one of his hands reach blindly in Bruce’s direction and Bruce grasps it tightly.

“You were terrific, chum.” He squeezes, and feels the tremor that goes through his son. “Stretch your leg out for me.”

Jason shakes his head. “Hurts—”

“I know. I know. Please, Jay.”

It’s slow, and excruciating, but between the two of them they manage to get Jason sitting up, his leg extended straight against the ground. One hand of Bruce’s presses down firmly on the knee, and the other pushes his foot to flex, the metal spikes of Jason’s shoes digging hard into the callused flesh of Bruce’s palm. Jason leans back on his hands, spread flat against the ground, head tilted up to open, cloudless sky, exhaling drawn-out, shaky breaths.

The speakers blare out the next events—second call for Male C’s 400-meter hurdles, and third call for Female B’s high jump. The left side of the crowd begins clapping on beat for their star javelin thrower as she rocks back on her feet, once, twice, and begins bounding forward. Bruce makes a displeased noise. He hopes his throwers remember to pay attention.

A mosquito buzzes by Bruce’s ear and he shakes his head sharply to drive it away. The sweat has been beading at his hairline all throughout, and now it rolls torturously slow down his face. As his hands are otherwise occupied, he makes no move to wipe it, and does his best to ignore the unpleasant sensation.

At last, Jason’s breathing evens out. He tugs his leg gingerly away from Bruce’s hold, cheeks flushed with exertion and, doubtless, embarrassment. “Thanks.”

Bruce sits back on his haunches and wipes the sweat off his face. “Ready to stand?”

Jason raises a hand, wincing as he tests the muscles of his leg. “One sec.”

Bruce nods shortly. Jason safe, his attention wanders over to the bleachers. Tim, thank God, is dragging Damian away from the high railing. Dick and Cass are eating lunch with much avidity—Dick’s best event, high jump, had just ended before Jason’s, and Cass seems to have just returned from shot put. Duke and Stephanie are nowhere in sight, and for a moment Bruce is alarmed, but then he spots them at the stage and relaxes. Duke must have won his high jump—he stands on the highest podium, and even from here Bruce can tell he’s grinning—and Stephanie is clicking away on the school camera next to the official photographer.

As he watches Stephanie turn the camera backward and attempt to take a selfie with Duke, there’s a tap on his thigh. Bruce extends his hand without looking and grasps the hand that interlocks with his, pulling Jason up with ease.

Bruce glances at Jason, and notes how he squints against the glaring afternoon. “Remember to reapply your sunscreen when you get back.”

Jason rolls his eyes. “Not everyone is ghost-white like you.”

“You do not have to be ghost-white to get skin cancer.”

Jason grumbles, but when Bruce raises an imperious eyebrow at him, he raises his hands in surrender. “Fine. Whatever you say, boss.”

“Good. And, Jay...” Bruce reaches out, tentative, and puts a hand on his shoulder. “I meant it. You did terrific.”

Jason beams, bright enough to outshine the day, and something in Bruce’s chest uncurls into warmth.

[rainintheevening]

🎶Go, go, go to sleep

Go to sleep with me

Go, go, go to sleep

Go to sleep with me🎶

🎶Go a little sooner now

Go to sleep with me

Go a little sooner now

Go to sleep with me🎶

[siristaci]

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[acourtofquestions]

What is there to process?

I am who I am, and I've done what I've done.

The fact that I have children doesn't erase that.

I wanted you to listen, but you wouldn't.

Yet now that I fit some sort of acceptably sad female backstory, you're willing to hear me out.

Would you have listened if I had no backstory other than realizing what was right and wanting to fight for it?

Of doing whatever it took to make sure that good prevailed against tyranny?

Or does my being a mother somehow make my choices more palatable to you?

[timslaughlin]

I want an 80s AU/modern day AU fic where Hawk and Tim go to a karaoke bar and Tim sings "I Hate Myself For Loving You" by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts.

[averysmolkirbo]

Welcome to my hormonal rant about pokemon

enjoy ur stay

why are they insistant on all of their storylines being crush everyone else's dreams because you're the main character.

they will go out of their way to build up a character with like a sad or heartwarming backstory and make them the nicest and most deserving person of good things in the whole world and then force you to watch them crush them into tiny little pieces and force you to participate as well. thats the worst part. they make YOU deal the final blow. I NEVER SIGNED UP FOR YOUR WEIRD CHARACTER TORTURE SIMULATOR I SIGNED UP FOR CUTE LIL CREATURES AND FRIENDSHIP.

In swsh literally EVERYONE ELSE has a better to reason to become champion than you. you dont even HAVE a reason. like just because im the main character doesnt mean i need to win. im a big girl now i can handle losing. i can handle not being the center of attention. what i cannot handle is you torturing all my friends and MAKING ME BE A PART OF IT. I WANT NO PART OF YOUR SICK FANTASIES DONT MAKE IT SOUND LIKE THIS WAS MY IDEA

another example of this is s/v with kieran. they introduce to this innocent lil guy and storyline is literally 'take everything he's ever wanted from him for No Reason and then do it AGAIN"

maybe i dont WANT to be the main character anymore huh. Maybe i dont want to participate in your sick schemes anymore. maybe i just want to a vegetable farmer in the countryside. did you ever think about that.

people (or at least i) have thought a ton about what an "adult" pokemon game would look like, and there's a lot of ideas out there but yknow what would be the best? a game where you get to make your own damn decisions about stuff cuz thats what it means to be an adult sometimes. Making the decision to step aside for people more deserving than you even when you could get there first.

in conclusion i want a pokemon game where instead of being the very best i wanna be the best friend. i wanna be supportive of my friends dreams and put them first and worry about me later. gamefreak hire me to write ur next story.

[slow-clap-processors]

Artemis

Chell said nothing.

And that was her choice.

But if she had the last word, she’d say:

“Yes.”

“You didn’t ask,

If I wanted to go;

Not that I’m going to correct you.

Because if I had a voice it would be screaming,

I deserve better.

"It’s no wonder the portals are orange and blue,

One behind my eyes and one inside you;

Gateways leading to different parts of the same room

We both know how this puzzle is solved;

Just look away,

A click of the gun and it’s finished.

The sound of the radio echoing after my footsteps.

"I am a predator and these tests are my prey-

That’s what you said. I don’t know what to say.

A huntress? oh please,

You make me sputter in outrage and weak in the knees-

I always knew the cake was a lie.

Don’t worry.

No one was fooled by my act either.

"I am the moon, and I am not.

They banished me there and I have turned it against them.

I love it like a crow loves it’s nest,

High in a maple tree,

Fabricated from plastics and pure poison.

What I mean is, I’m used to bad dreams,

Limited breath, and things which are not as they seem.

"I don't sleep, which is fine

I don't prefer my nights to be restful;

Maybe I should.

But maybe instead,

You could turn off the emancipation grill,

And we could grow seedlings in the companion cubes

So they'll always have someone to sing to them.

"Don’t scrape the floors

Of the vines and trees,

Don’t wash away your scars for me.

I will banish the crows, but don’t ask me

To sing for you.

Don’t look at me like they do,

Like i’m some slice of delicious

Vanilla,

Crazy,

Cake-

I promise, I don’t taste nice.

"Notice how you never use my name?

Look me in the eyes,

Coward, Titan, I know

Your cameras will never let you forget.

A girl could never dream of a prettier headstone."

GLaDOS’s sister poem: Prometheus

[unproduciblesmackdown]

billions also comedy gold presenting winston as a scapegoat for abuse culture fans when it's like but hey it can't be actual scapegoating if you Enjoy It or consider it Justified or experience Reassurance from Its Opportunity For A Group Cohesion Substitute For A Cohesion Based On An Inherent Equal Degree Of Belonging, The Absence Of Which Allows For, Encourages, Reinforces, & Rewards Scapegoating

it can't be Bullying if someone's Weird or you Just Don't Personally Like Them or Nobody's Actually Stopping You, Maybe At Least If They Don't See Too Much Of It, Maybe Others Are Supporting It

it can't be Abuse if you're just doing things Normally or are Following Rules or Aren't Feeling Malicious And Aren't Getting Divine Revelations Otherwise and probably it's just that a lot of abnormal people are being whiny &/or unfair &/or the Real malicious ones. kinda just like how that scapegoat is the real person ruining everything and really just forcing you to treat them like this

[shardofsun]

Worst part of being a Pharma fan is that unlike with Tarn, I can’t enjoy the fics where he shows up as a generic villain. Like, yeah I can believe that Tarn will, in any universe, have the capacity to be the worst fucking person possible. Nobody likes Tarn because they want him to be nice, they like him because in a comic that’s basically a “Cybertron’s Got Talent (For War Crimes)” competition he somehow manages to come up on top.

Liking Pharma, however, means knowing that his villainy only stemmed from a series of highly specific events (thanks Tarn) and the moment those events don’t exist in a fic and Pharma is still evil my immersion is broken. He is just some guy. The fact that he is just some guy is part of the appeal. He’s a great villain because of the dissonance of him having chainsaw hands and slicing people in half, while also being just some guy who’s petty about his ex. Stop taking away his just some guy status!!

[amoremagnificentbastard]

Larian knew exactly what they were doing when they created Elminster's Library in Sharess' Caress. PLEASE. Overlapping Lines is an in-universe REAL-PERSON ZINE, for Pete's sake!