#even in asylum there were just like

[eyepatchdate]

tbh upon replaying every arkham game, i am really solidified that it’s unfair to compare gotham knights to arkhamverse, and like.  they’re entirely different games.  gotham knights handles the wide open world better than arkham does, and has seamless gameplay between stealth and combat, the two being interchangable and you can flow from one into the other.  arkham is more set in the types, you have to follow the design on predator vs combat.  storytellingwise, arkham gives a wider view of the batman mythos with more easter eggs and villains, but gotham knights captures gotham itself in a better way, featuring actual citizens and a livable city, and features more well-realized character arcs.  if gotham knights could have sequels, im like 100% sure that it would handle character arcs more dynamically.

[crossover-enthusiast]

Looking through the SM tag and seeing there was apparently discourse about Kevin having anxiety is incredibly funny to me since I have an AU with a friend where Kevin has so much fear and stress over things going wrong it cost him multiple jobs and lead to him having a heart attack at age 23

[inblackwoods]

I know it's incredibly late, but at last! My piece for the Yeehawgust prompt "Yee-caw."

Additionally, I have no justification for making Jack Seward cool and capable of befriending corvids. I just thought that in a high fantasy western au, purely for the aesthetics, he could be a suspicious surgeon type.

Close up because I'm trying new brushes

[agent-44mc]

*gets comfy in pink bed, lights lavender candle, opens pink laptop, sees my Taylor Swift wallpaper, opens google docs, smiles* ah yes, where were we? Oh right, murder! The fun part!

[wildwolf-fandoms]

In HTF fandom, you can know who to trust and not trust just by listening/reading what they think of some of the characters

"I love Fliqpy and Flippy but the raccoon who implied to be poor and is mentally ill is the spawn of evil for stealing, killing his brother, and `making illogical choices`. Aka when he is being a piece of shit Kleptomanic like the show intended"

"Don't get me wrong I love Handy but I don't understand why he is complaining when Russell has it worse."

"I don't understand why Petunia is always overreacting. Can't she just calm down for once?"

"I don't get why these characters trust Mole/Lumpy/Flippy/Lammy when they are DANGEROUS and SHOULD BE LOCKED UP."

Thanks for proving that disabled people can't trust you 👍

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Holy shit it’s gonna be alright. My parents want a diplomatic, CIVILIZED meeting almost akin to a peace treaty, to occur in a few days.

Yes yes yes yes

[blodeuweddschild]

Ryan Murphy fucking die challenge

[envolvenuances]

and my mother gets angry I don't rely on her today now that she suddenly wans to help. but like I cannot trust this is sincere and something I can count on while she still not capable of being honest with me. tired of being told I am unreasonable and crazy not asking for help on the house that beat the shit out of me for catching dengue fever and always attached human value and independence to how much money you were putting at the table

[naggingatlas]

i think people's takes on jev being this like thousand year old creatura are fascinating and fit even my interpretation of his character and place in the story (as like. a representation of the setting at large. an archaic force being shoved into a simulation/loop/machine. cosmis horror kinda shit) but i also think it's 1. funnier 2. scarier 3. more emotionally scarring to imagine him as like. a 30, 40, 50 year old man. just a quirky little guy. he had a childhood, maybe he got picked up by seam as an urchin and they were a travelling magic act and clownery and judy n punch duo and they stole apples from the market and he climbed trees w his little paws before someone made him wear shoes. he was a brash teenager and he played the accordion and kept all of his trinkets in a little chest he used to sleep in. seam made his suits, from his own crayon drawings. he was a middle aged man disenchanted with his work and he sought shelter from the boredom in bothering others. and he ran away so many times and he slept outside and he helped seam make their own beer and mead and they still played the accordion and the hurdy-gurdy together. isn't it scarier to make him a normal man? who turns into what we see? doesn't that hurt more doesn't that make his character even deeper. he was just like you and this means That can happen to you too, grounding stuff like that is like one of the basic rules of horror. and then he just goes to jail they straight up lock a mentally ill guy with all those horrors in the basement - not an old-as-time-itself demon, not a savage beast, but. a man. jevil russian sleep experiment au.

again im not calling anyone out its just an interpretation ive NEVER seen anyone else come up with and i genuinely wonder why and if my other jev readings continue to be weird as fuck to other people

[outerspace-iiinnerspace]

something vaguely nauseating about the fact that i can watch a random no-budget movie from 1964 and start giggling out loud and rewinding bits to watch them again before i even finish it the first time. rewatch it a few weeks later and recommend it to everyone i know. pause it to check out the costumes and sets and try and puzzle out how the special effects worked and get genuine joy out of a fantastic and showstopping performance by a man i've never heard of before who i was shocked to discover was in one (1) big semifamous film and then a couple dozen tiny ones with some of the silliest posters i've seen yet and that's saying something

and then i can watch a huge $150,000,000 tentpole blockbuster from this year chockablock with stars and stars after having heard months of rave reviews and it's like... a movie. it's not bad but i've already heard all the jokes and i've seen all the fights and the few really good twists are immediately undercut by this sense of "oh, i know what's gonna happen" and then it happens. all this gorgeously seamless cgi used to make a giant monster that i'm just not scared of and don't care about. a room full of screenwriters coming up with a plot scientifically guaranteed to tug my heartstrings and it does, because they know what they're doing, but you can see it coming from a mile away and my heartstrings have been tugged exactly like that so many times before and when it's over you can't even come away from it feeling bad

i thought this stuff was supposed to improve over time. i've seen movies from the 1890s* the 1900s* the 1910s the 1920s and some of them are good but a lot of them are bad because like, it's brand new! no one knows how it's supposed to work yet! then they gradually get better and better as people figure it out and somehow in the last ten years it all comes crashing down. i can name probably dozens of 30 40 50+ y/o movies that i can recommend wholeheartedly but just a pitiful number from the current decade that i can give more than a "it's fun, it's not bad, there's this one great scene..." people ask me why i watch so many old movies, my answer to that is WHY DONT YOU

*for a certain definition of 'movie'

[dwsidecharacterpoll]

Holy. Shit. That was a bloodbath!

Currently building a bracket and it looks like we'll have to be ditching some fan favorites—Dee Dee Blasco, Mr. Copper, Shona, I pour one out for thee. Though I think Pete Tyler might have a way of slipping back in...he knows his way around a dimension canon, after all......

The oh-so-close but still-did-fall:

Eve Cicero (The Tsuranga Conundrum) Daniel Llewellyn (The Christmas Invasion) Diana Goddard (Dalek) Indira (Dinosaurs on a Spaceship) Rita-Ann Smith (The Rise of the Cybermen/Age of Steel) Shona (Last Christmas) Vivien Rook (The Sound of Drums) Unnamed Male Programmer (Bad Wolf/Parting of the Ways) Dee Dee Blasco (Midnight) Lee Clayton (Fugitive of the Judoon) Sabra (Time Heist) Mr. Copper (Voyage of the Damned) Psi (Time Heist) Pete Tyler (Age of Steel/Rise of the Cybermen) Ohila (Hell Bent) Professor Docherty (The Sound of Drums/The Last of the Time Lords) Nurse (The Long Game) Jeff (The Eleventh Hour) Other Dave (Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead) Hath Peck (The Doctor’s Daughter) I should have our Round 1 bracket up by Tuesday or Wednesday. See you then!

[studebakerhearse]

Just read Penguin: Pain and Prejudice in one sitting *surrounded by blood and viscera*

[stuckydrewx]

( @amarriageoftrueminds tags) this is too fucking true

steve rogers: pr disaster | gen | 4k

(someone asked about the full version of this, so here u go)

“Wait,” says Sam, “you had a publicist?”

“For my first five months at S.H.I.E.L.D,” says Steve. “Then she quit. Uh, decisively.”

“Well yeah, she had to keep you in line,” Bucky says with a half-smirk. “How many times did you make that poor lady want to sock you in the face?”

“Lost count,” Steve admits. “I did offer to let her, once. Seemed fair.”

Sam laughs. “I feel like you’re sitting on a story here.”

“There’s no story,” Steve tells him. Sam raises his eyebrows. Bucky’s half-smirk tilts towards a full smirk. “Seriously,” Steve repeats, “no story.”

Interlude: The Story of Steve “Walking PR Nightmare” Rogers, and How For a Short While He Single-Handedly Destroyed the Emotional Health of Eva Laura Ortiz, His Now Ex-Publicist

Keep reading

[rivilu]

Wait. Logistically speaking. Would Elluin even know how to read.

[tiredf-o-u-r]

In the past I thought my experience with wanting to fuck a teacher was like a bpd favorite person type thing but what if I was just like welp guess it’s sex time cause you’re nice to me and aren’t demanding anything else out of me, so I was like guess my body is on the table then, that’s the precedent thus far and I actually have an emotional eye to eye I see you bro thing going on, which sounds closer to love than all the other people who had power over my body, so you might as well have a go too... so could that be why I wanted him to do anything and everything to me at one point…And then like cut with a healthy dose of the general themes of fanfic ass scenarios my brain enjoys, so that probably also fed into how every positive interaction with him prompted my brain to execute whatever mental gymnastics it took to make me think that it was further ��proof’ we should be together…I guess what I’m saying is I didn’t understand what that all meant but now it makes too much sense why I would think something like that.

[nightingale-prompts]

The Nightingale Family-DC x DP prompt

(Shameless Addams family inspired prompt)

News travels fast in Gotham, especially in affluent circles. A new family has arrived in the city, old money at that. They had taken up residents in the old mansion overlooking the Historic Gotham Graveyard.

The Nightingales had a way of letting their presence be known. They were rarely seen in public. The eldest Jasmine Nightingale however had made waves working at the Gotham Asylum as a psychologist. She was often escorted by her younger brother Dan Nightingale. The public really started talking when Jazz was seen talking with Harley Quinn.

There were two children that lived in the Nightingale manor. They were elusive to say the least as the family didn't attend the parties of Gotham.

It wasn't until Damian Wayne got an invite from his classmate Danielle to visit their manor that someone saw the lives of Nightingales. This invite had been received after Damian carefully befriended the youngest Nightingale to investigate their connections.

That's how the Waynes ended up at a dinner party.

The manor was bleak to say the least and that's saying something in Gotham. The buildingbwas made from black stones and gargoyles perched on the roof. The garden was wilted and full of thrones that crept up the walls.

Bruce felt a sense of Deja vu as he approached the door and rang the bell. Tower bells rang out as the face of Jasmine Nightingale appeared. She was dressed in black dress pants and blazer. Her lips were painted to match. Her red hair had a striking white streak through it which had become a fashion trend since the family's arrival to girls wanting to seem mysterious.

"Good Evening. It is so nice to meet the infamous Waynes." She shook Bruce's hand. Behind her, the sounds of clanking metal was heard. "That is just my younger siblings playing. You don't you boys join while I talk to your father.

Despite only being a fresh-faced 20 year old Jazz carried herself like a confident adult. A certified genius in psychology who graduated early she also handled the inmates at the Asylum well enough that escapes are at an all time low.

"She's got it all" was what Harley said.

Bruce's admiration of the young lady was only matched by his suspicion. The house the Nightingales lived y had once belonged to the Al Ghouls. There was no telling yet if there was a connection.

He took a seat in the living room with Jazz tea already prepared. She poured two cups of black tea. Not black as in the type of tea but the color of the drink. Bruce cautiously sniffed the black liquid, it smelled earthy and acidic. Poison.

"Do you like it? I made it myself. I added the belladonna myself. It has a sweet taste so you don't need sugar. The kids have sweet tooths but we avoid added sugars. They love nightshade." She smiled drinking.

Bruce put the cup down. So they drink poison at a young age. They must be part of The League of Assassins. But why are they here?

"If you don't mind me asking. Why did you move to Gotham? Your parents-" Jazz put a hand up as she finished her cup.

"Mr. Wayne I'm sure you are no stranger to parents leaving before their time nor the concept that not all parents deserve children. Now I can't confirm or deny if that is the case for use but you can understand that it's a private matter." Jazz said sternly.

That wasn't an answer.

Upstairs Danny and Danielle played with Elle's new toys. Swords from Dan's trip to Portugal. He even sharpened them. They were currently tearing through the mansion.

Tim and Damian caught them while Danny had successfully pinned Elle to the ground.

"Dami! Help!" Elle yelled catching Danny off guard as Damian tackled Danny to the ground.

"Alright, alright. You can go next." Danny rolling Damian off him and passing him the sword. "Im taking a break."

Danny loved playing with his little sister but baby games are tiring.

"They let you play with swords," Tim exclaimed. This wasn't something he expected, sure it was normal for Damian but Damian is weird and was raised by assassins. Damian didn't do it for fun, it was training.

Damian and Danielle ran off while fencing.

"You must be one of the Waynes. Elle has been excited to have your brother over." Danny said politely if not a bit dismissive.

"Eh, yeah. Your sister said we should join you." Tim said a bit awkward. " You have another brother right?"

"Oh, yeah. He travels alot but he's relaxing right now. He's probably swimming." Danny shrugged.

Tim had heard of Danny. They went to the same school but Danny was part of a program that allowed him to come to school when he felt like it. The program is for young engineers who want to work for Wayne Industries. He mostly worked on small experimental projects. So far Danny's superconductor tech was revolutionary but impossible to replicate. Danny somehow managed to make a more effective coolant than anything they had created in the lab.

"You have a pool?" Tim knew that the mansion didn't have a pool.

"Of water? No." Danny shrugged but gave no further answer.

"I see, so what do you do?" Tim tried to sound normal like he was talking to his friends and not someone he was trying to probe.

"Anything, everything. I was going to recalibrate my telescope but I have a laser to test." Danny walked off expecting Tim to follow.

Testing was just cut a bunch of things in half. Tim got some great info on making an explosive ice canister and foam bombs. Tim made sure to get his number to hire him to make some gear for him.

The Nightingale kids were absolutely lawless. They destroyed everything in their path.

Elle had dragged Damian to her room to show off her toys. She used to travel with Dan until she started school. She picked up a bunch of items. Cult artifacts, shrunken heads, voodoo dolls, cursed puppets, knives, swords, and the homemade taxidermy Elle made from roadkill. She also had a pet dodo bird named Ernesto who had a bed next to her bed. Ernesto took a liking to Damian and sat on his head. The way he shows his affection

Soon enough Dan came upstairs to check on Elle and Danny.

"You kids, need to get ready for dinner. Sharpen your nails and teeth." He said before going back to the kitchen.

"What does that mean?" Damian asked.

"You don't sharpen your nails. Well good luck at dinner." Elle said bemused.

Dinner was...horrifying. Watching the family chat happily as they ripped apart the moving food as it came to life. Damian was actually excited as he skewered the cheese and broccoli casserole that screamed at him.

"Father, why can't we do this at our home?" He asked.