#fiction as reality

[omniversalobservations]

Animaniacs (November 1993)

The Warners star in this cartoon patterned after the Looney Tunes "bookstore come to life" cartoons, taking place in a video store. They prance around the store as they try to avoid a menacing dinosaur from a Jurassic Park tape.

The featured titles include the following:

* The Last Boy Scout * Awakenings * Three Men and a Baby * The Hand That Rocked the Cradle * Silence of the Lambs * Bugsy (ft. Bugs Bunny) * Beethoven * The Player * The Abyss * Paperhouse * Rambo III * Rocky V * Star Trek VI * Sister Act * Phantom of the Opera * The Naked Gun (perhaps) * Twins * Hatari! * Unforgiven * Hook * The Addams Family * Amadeus * A Muppet Family Christmas (replacing A with The) * Citizen Kane * Singin' in the Rain * The Princess Bride * The Prince of Tides * The Fisher King (mentioned) * Father of the Bride (also mentioned) * Jaws * Pyscho * E.T. * JFK * Used People * Cobra * Pat and Mike * Apocalypse Now * Who Framed Roger Rabbit * Raging Bull * The Godfather III * Fried Green Tomatoes * The Babe * Lethal Weapon 2 * Mystic Pizza * Edward Scissorhands * Top Gun * Wayne's World * Malcolm X * The Mighty Ducks * Duck Soup * Star Wars * Boyz N The Hood * Medicine Man * The Doctor * Jurassic Park * Evil Dead * Evil Dead 2 * Doctor Zhivago * Dr. Giggles * Soapdish * Cape Fear * Ben-Hur * The Right Stuff * A River Runs Through It * The Bridge on the River Kwai * A Few Good Men * Taps * The Bodyguard * Sneakers * Dick Tracy (probably) * The Wizard of Oz * Field of Dreams * Batman * Thelma and Louise * Bram Stoker's Dracula * Heaven's Gate * Ishtar * Dune * Howard the Duck * 1941 * Leonard Part VI * Jacob's Ladder * The Last of the Mohicans (briefly) * Rain Man * Backdraft * City Slickers * Lorenzo's Oil * The Great Escape * City of Joy

Source: Animaniacs Wiki

(images via YouTube)

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[big-moon-little-moon]

so called TPK enjoyers once they realize their graph paper wife is a part of the P that's supposed to get TK-ed

bonus:

[somewhereincairparavel]

everyone keeps talking about Jason vs Percy but why isn't ANYONE talking about how powerful they looked when they both used their powers TOGETHER at the same time, side by side, in Mark of Athena? Like Annabeth even got goosebumps watching them cook up such an intense storm from afar. Sparky and Seaweed brain, Power duo smh.

[woman-respecter]

men jerking off to videos simulating rape or at least violence featuring real women often facing actual pain and abuse is not the same as fanfic girlies reading about sasuke being exposed to sex pollen. be fucking serious.

also you basically never hear of someone injuring her partner during sex because she read destiel bdsm omegaverse, but men will demand their partners try extreme shit they saw in porn, sometimes with severe consequences.

[scipunk]

Ghost in the Shell (2017)

[jjkbambi]

sorority car wash luigi mangione x reader (18+)

smut summary: your best friend’s brother luigi visits your sorority’s spring fundraiser

warnings: long ass argument, our frat boy #graduated, rough as usual, name-calling, p in dis v :3, is car sex public? car sex, implied cheating, jealous quickie, assume everything is unedited

the fundraiser had drawn out the worst of penn state: truck drivers, high school football coaches, republicans with obvious gambling addictions. despite the obvious discomfort around dancing around frat row in a bikini, there was an undeniable satisfaction in knowing every passing gaze was a dollar to your name.

well — not necessarily your name. it was a dollar to your sorority house, your sisters, your reputation. your public display was, in all, an investment for an impressive bullet point on your college resume. any level-headed businessman would’ve been able to see that.

unfortunately for you, luigi mangione majored in computer science.

your heart falls to the floor the second you see his car swerve into the street. your feet move quickly, running up to the side of his car before any of the girls could hound a dollar out of him. his window is down and you’re in it, both whispering and yelling, “what the hell are you doing here?”

“car wash,” the brunette boy says flatly, gesturing to the hastily painted cardboard signs wrapped around your sorority house.

“it’s for penn students only.” you say, trying to wave him off. the thought of him—or anyone else from back home—meeting your new fair-weather city friends is unbearable. it would take months to salvage your pride.

“it doesn’t say that anywhere.” luigi argues. “plus, i’m an alumni.”

interest washes over the crowd of busy rich cheerleaders as they begin to inch nearer to the scene. you’re frazzled and fucked. “mangione, please don’t embarrass me.”

“you’re embarrassing yourself,” luigi says. his eyes glance over your body, skin exposed and wet with the moisture and mess of the event, boobs perky underneath your strappy bra. “seriously, what the fuck are you wearing?”

you feel a rush of insecurity as you bring your arms up to cover yourself. “it’s sorority tradition—“

“we didn’t do any of this at my frat—”

“it was an engineering frat, you didn’t do anything—!” as your whining comes to a close, a pool of your sorority sisters begin to flood around you. your heart rate sparks.

“who’s this?” your roommate asks.

the italian boy is quick to smile at the new company, his earlier furrowed brows and fault-finding demeanor vanishing in an instant. “i’m luigi,” he says with a brief wave. “i’m with y/n.”

“he means we’re friends from back home,” you correct quickly, shooting a glare at him. “he actually went here. he was in phi psi.”

“aw,” your roommate coos. “those guys do my homework all the time.”

he reaches over to open the car door, the force pushing you aside as it swings open. “get in the car,” luigi says. you pause, confusion swirling around you. then, luigi glances at your crowd of sisters, acknowledging them with a slight nod. “i’m borrowing her for the day. is there some sort of curfew i need to know about?”

“no, but it’s karaoke night,” one of your sisters tell him. “you should come! it’ll be at zbt.”

luigi raises a brow. “the sports frat?”

“yeah,” your sister says, grinning. “y/n’s boyfriend is the president. he’s super nice—you’d like him.”

his eyes flick to you. “boyfriend?”

“luigi’s busy tonight,” you say, forcing a tight smile, desperate to change the subject. “besides, he’s probably super jet-lagged—he is supposed to be backpacking through asia right now, after all.”

“yeah, well,” luigi says, his voice cool but with an edge that stings, “i stopped by for my sister’s birthday this weekend.” his eyes narrow as he looks straight at you. “guess one of us had to remember.”

your shoulders stiffen under the weight of his words, heat rising to your face.

“aw, luigi, you’re so sweet!” one of your housemates chimes, completely oblivious to the tension brewing. your guilt crashes over you, hot and suffocating. it’s almost embarrassing, the sudden clarity of how far you’ve strayed, how horrible you’ve become. “y/n’s boyfriend does cute stuff like that too. he came all the way down this morning to get pictures of her in this new outfit.”

if you didn’t feel stupid and cold before, you most definitely do now.

luigi glances over his shoulder. “isn’t the zbt house just around the corner?”

your housemate, still oblivious, grins and adds, “yeah! he’s always doing cute stuff like that for her. like, he prints a bunch of pictures of her and made a wall in his room because he thought she’d think it was sweet.”

you had no intention of your best friend’s brother ever finding out about your flamboyant college romances, yet here he was, gossiping with your girls. “he took that down as soon as i asked him to,” you explain.

“yeah, and ever since then, he sends flowers like, everyday.” your sister hums, bright-eyed. “so thoughtful, right?”

luigi’s jaw clenches, and his shoulders tense. “yeah, cute,” he says, voice low and biting. “guess that’s what happens when you’ve got nothing better to do than play personal assistant.”

“luigi.” you say, a desperate attempt to draw the line.

“get in, now,” he beckons.

luigi’s dark eyes never leave you, boring into you with a relentless intensity that makes your stomach churn. the look isn’t anger—it’s something deeper, more personal, and it clings to you as you fumble into the passenger seat. each movement feels heavier than the last, his unyielding stare haunting you as you slip inside, shutting the door between you and the reality you can’t escape.

the car swerves sharply, pulling you from your thoughts as you put your head in your hands. “i totally forgot,” you mutter, voice barely audible.

“clearly, you had distractions,” luigi says, his tone colder than you expected, like a wall between you both.

you feel his disappointment radiating through the air, and it hits harder than you’d like to admit. “you know,” he continues, his voice laced with bitterness, “back when we were close, you never would’ve forgotten something like that. but i guess things are different now.”

you wince, knowing he’s right. you’ve been so caught up in college, in the chaos of sorority life, parties, and the constant buzz of new experiences, that you’ve lost touch with everything that once mattered. and now, forgetting his sister’s birthday feels like the final nail in the coffin.

the silence hangs heavily between you, suffocating and full of unspoken truths. you can’t even find an apology that would suit the sin.

he reaches over to the backseat, tossing his jacket over your cold body, his fingers brushing against your skin as he does. “you look stupid like this,” he mutters, his voice laced with something deeper than frustration.

“it’s fucking weird,” luigi continues. “i used to watch you, how effortlessly you picked things up, how eager and excited you were for everything.” he sighs, his gaze flickering to you for a moment, like he’s trying to see the version of you he once knew. “but now… now it’s like you’re someone else. all that potential, all that drive—it’s like you’ve buried it under all this nonsense. i don’t even recognize you anymore.”

“oh, come on, luigi,” you say, defensive. it felt weird to have him like this—so cruel, so suddenly. “i make one mistake and now you don’t recognize me?”

he tuts, then rolls his eyes. “don’t act fucking dense.”

“i’m sorry, okay?” you say, half-defeated. “you’re not exactly giving me a chance to explain.”

“an explanation isn’t good enough.”

“just because i forgot one day doesnt mean im not here,” you argue. “you’re the one left the fucking country!”

luigi almost laughs at the dead argument. “and you stayed and still couldn’t show up when it mattered. how’s that any better?”

“i didn’t forget on purpose!” you can feel your temperature rising. “i’ve just been swamped with everything, alright? it’s not like i don’t care.”

luigi’s hands grip the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white. “so that’s your excuse?” he says, his voice sharp. “too busy to remember my sister’s birthday, but not too busy for that stupid fucking boyfriend of yours?” he laughs bitterly, shaking his head. “god, you even joined that sorority for him, didn’t you?”

your face goes white and he takes it as confirmation. “fucking knew it. that’s exactly what it is, isn’t it? you’re too busy trying to be a penn girl, pretending like you fit in, just because he’s part of it. you’re so caught up in his world that you can’t even bother to remember the people who actually care about you.”

you’re cold underneath his judgement, almost speechless. almost. “this is why i didn’t want you finding out about him,” you truth.

“i was in a frat, y/n. i’ve seen girls like you before. weekends spent doing dumb shit like car washes for the sorority, all glittered up for spirit week like it’s some huge fucking accomplishment.” his anger cuts into you like a blade. “you're too fucking good for that.”

your heart is pounding now, and you feel your face flush with anger, embarrassment, and something else—deep, gnawing ache in your chest. your fingers tighten around the door handle. you can’t stand sitting here, suffocating under his judgment. without thinking, you yank the door open, trying to escape the weight of his accusations.

but before you can move, luigi’s hand shoots out, slamming the door shut. “what the fuck are you doing?”

“i don’t want to talk about this anymore.” you say, trying to push down the panic rising in your chest. you don’t want to be here anymore. not in this car. not with him looking at you like you’re some stranger.

“you’re not getting out of this car, y/n.”

you don’t respond. instead, you unbuckle your seatbelt and shove the door open, stepping out of the car before he can stop you. it’s like your whole body is running on autopilot—everything inside you screaming to get away from the mess he’s created, from the mess inside you.

“y/n!” luigi’s voice cracks, rising in a panic as he stops the car and jumps out after you.

you are not turning around and getting into that car and letting him humiliate you. your hands shake as you pull out your phone, desperate for some relief, something to help you make sense of all this. the contact name lights up on your screen, and you hit call, needing your boyfriend now more than ever.

before you can even hear the first ring, a hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist and yanking your phone from your grasp. you whip your head around, heart pounding in your chest, only to find luigi, his jaw clenched tight and eyes burning with fury.

“what the hell are you doing?” you demand, your voice shaking with a mixture of anger and frustration. “give it back!”

but he doesn’t budge, holding your phone just out of reach. his voice is a low growl. “you’re fucking unbelievable. you’re seriously calling your boyfriend right now?” he’s glaring at you, his face hard with a mix of disbelief and something deeper you can’t quite place.

“you made your point, mangione!” you say. “clearly you already hate me, so i don’t see the point in sticking around for the ride. thanks for the reminder! see you around!”

“y/n, stop, i don’t hate you—“

“y/n? hello?” your boyfriend’s voice crackles through the phone, confused, a little worried.

luigi straightens, his hand tightening around the phone as he holds it to his mouth. “she’s busy.” he tosses the phone back into his car, cutting off the call with a finality that makes your heart race in frustration.

he opens his mouth for another lecture but your hard heart won’t let him in anymore. you’re beyond annoyed. he can keep the fucking phone, for all you care, you really just needed a second. you try to turn away, but he’s too fast. he grabs your wrist, pulling you back, and you’re caught off guard by the force in his touch. the heat between you is unbearable now, and the intensity of it makes your mind race.

“let go of me!”

“no,” luigi snaps, his voice harsh but laced with something you can’t quite place. “you don’t walk away from me.”

“i can do whatever i want!”

“you’re sure about that?”

without warning, he pulls you toward him, and before you can fully process what’s happening, his lips are on yours. it’s rough, unexpected, and it throws you off balance. your breath catches in your throat, and for a split second, you don’t know what to do.

your mind spins. this is worse than wrong. you shouldn’t be kissing him.

his grip on you is unyielding like the force of gravity, and you’re suffocating underneath the pressure, your confusion mixing with a strange, undeniable pull that makes your thoughts scatter. you pull away quickly, breathless and disoriented.

“luigi, no—stop,” you say, trying to regain your bearings, but your heart is still racing, your body still tingling from the kiss.

he doesn’t. he won’t.

his mouth is on yours again, aggressive and intent and so fucking mean. your balance is completely lost, your feet no longer sure of the ground beneath you. luigi doesn’t let up, his body pressing you into the side of his car and it’s like everything you knew about him is shifting, unraveling before your eyes.

when he pulls back, your chest heaves as if you’ve been starved for air. you try to summon another surge of pride, but luigi moves faster than your thoughts can catch. “lift up your legs,” he grumbles against your lips. you do. he carries you on him as he yanks open the door to the back seat, his hot breath hovering over your neck.

“you’re so fucking stupid,” luigi mutters into another sloppy kiss. “need me to teach you how to behave, yeah?”

desire and desperation muddle your better judgement. everytime you come up for air, you try to return to reason. “we shouldn’t—”

“let me,” he says. “i’m gonna take care of you.”

you shake your head as his warm hands grope and clutch at your cold nude. he was right—it was a stupid fucking outfit.

“relax,” luigi says, climbing over you, biting and sucking at your neck. you feel him between your legs, hardening. “you need me to teach you how to show you the ropes, don’t you? you need me, right, baby?”

“i have a boyfriend,” you whimper.

“doesn’t matter.” he says. “you belong to me.”

you’re in the corner of his car and there was no escape. luigi was all over you, grabbing, pulling, biting. “come on,” he beckons, coming in for another kiss. “make yourself useful, baby, i came all this way.” his fingers moving your bikini to the side and sliding his slender fingers into your aching clit. you quiver as he breaches your entrance.

“how often do you fuck him?” he asks, his two fingers digging into your core, storming your senses. the abruptness of the question made your nerves spike. there’s a certain amusement in his gaze, as if your misfortune is his greatest entertainment. “where? hm? hallways? dorms? in the shower, after his games, d’you spread your legs open to make him feel better about being a goddamn loser?” he’s intent on leaving your skin covered with evidence of him. he paints across your neck with his hot wet tongue, sucking and biting at your sensitive skin. you whimper at the sensation. “you’d make a perfect fuckin’ trophy wife.”

“i didn’t—“ you truth, shaky and red. “we never…”

“god,” he moans. “good fuckin’ girl, saving yourself for me.”

your mind is hazy, though not completely lost. “you’re jealous? of him?”

“why would i be?” luigi asks, smug. he knows he has every damn right he every right to be—he feels your slick drooling out of you, your body quivering underneath him. “i’m the only one who gets to have you like this.”

he reaches for his belt. you need this as much as he does. he can see the way your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his shifty friction, and it sends heat rushing down his abdomen. no reason to be patient about this.

“someone’s gonna see,” you whine.

luigi laughs against your mouth. “go on then, show them what a perfect fuckin’ penn girl you are.”

you barely hear him. your lower lip is between your teeth as you work to free his cock from his boxers, and he hisses in pleasure as you pump him gently, smearing his precum down his shaft. he reaches between your legs to hook his finger around your panties, pulling the gusset to the side.

your cunt glistens. you’re soaked.

“you’re unbelievable,” he grunts. “acting out because you couldn’t get any good dick?”

“you’re so mean to me.”

“just missed you, is all,” he murmurs.

you’d never expected him to be so big. you brace yourself on his shoulder with your free hand, sinking down on him gradually. you’re so wet that it only takes a moment to adjust to his size before you’re rocking against him again, and he pulls you back in for another hungry kiss, guiding your hips with his hands. a grin etches at the edge of his lips when he feels your cunt tightening around him when he brings his fingertips to your clit. “what, already, babe?” luigi teases, pretending his own release isn’t just moments away. “c’mon, that’s gotta be a new record.” you try to laugh, but he pushes the pressure on your clit, and you arch your back as the coil in your belly tightens.

“you’re so big, luigi,” you choke out.

“i know, pretty girl, i know,” he tries to assure, though he’s too lost in his storm of pleasure to have the decency to slow down.

tears well up in your eyes as he buries his cock deeper into you. hot flashes of pain and pleasure overwhelm you; it’s a devastating spell of torment and sanctuary. “luigi,” you whine. “too much, i can’t—“

“you’re so fuckin’ tight.” luigi says. “fuckin’ perfect, you know that?”

“i can’t, lu,” you whine. “you’re too big—”

“be a good girl,” he says. his cock bullies into your sensitivity. you swear you hear yourself snap in half. “let me fill you up, princess, let me make you mine.”

you’re a mess underneath him, whimpering and crying at the unfamiliar pleasure. something in the background begins to hum over and over and over until luigi glances over his shoulder. “your boyfriend’s calling,” he says. “you should answer, show him what a perfect slut you’re being for me.”

you run your head back and forth. “no? you don’t wanna do that for me?” he questions, eyebrow raising. he raises your body—closer,deeper—just to slap his hand against your ass. you jolt at the pain, shivering. “thought you were being good.”

“luigi,” you cry. “it hurts.”

“fuck,” he moans. he can’t help but slap your ass again. “you gotta make it up to me, y/n. you gotta let me come inside you.”

“lu, wait—“ you begin weakly, tangling your fingers in his hair. he cuts you off by sucking harshly at the delicate skin of your throat, and instantly you feel the coil snap.

“jus’ like that, baby, all mine,” he growls into your skin. you feel him smile against your neck as he marks it up. “i should visit home more often, yeah?”

“lu, please,” you moan.

“tell me who you belong to.”

“you, luigi. i belong to you.” you cry out as you convulse around luigi’s cock, slumping forward onto his muscular chest with a shiver. the sensation of your walls clamping down on him like a vice makes luigi dig his fingers into your flesh as he pumps his own release into you, swearing raggedly as his hips buck.

aside from the sound of your breathing, the car falls into a complicated silence, the windows clouded, blurring the world outside like some unspoken secret. your heart races as you both sit there, dazed, caught between confusion and something deeper. the empty neighborhood feels almost dreamlike, a quiet refuge for a moment too fragile to face the world. silently, you’re grateful for the solitude, for the way it shields you both.

“relax,” luigi mutters, his voice cutting through the haze. “this whole street was bought up by some real estate asshole. prices went sky-high, and no one took the bait.”

you glance at him, startled by the sudden softness in his tone. “is that true?”

luigi doesn’t answer right away. instead, he reaches over to the passenger seat, grabbing your phone. the motion is deliberate, almost taunting, as if he’s enjoying how unsteady you’ve become.

he tosses the phone onto your lap, the thud startling in the heavy air. “penn daily did a piece on it” he says, his voice low but cutting. “you can look it up after you break up with your boyfriend.”

your eyes widen, and you grab the phone quickly, clutching it as if it could ground you. “god, can you stop bringing him up for two seconds?”

“why?” he retorts, leaning back against his seat with a knowing smirk. “you brought him into this when you started dating the guy who shows you off to frat row and makes you fake-smile your way through glitter car washes.”

“he wasn’t even at the car wash this time,” you mutter, frustration bubbling up.

“too busy setting up karaoke night? are we going to that?”

“no.”

“my sister would probably love it,” he points out playfully. “and i know you didn’t get her a present.”

you roll your eyes, trying to avoid the guilt that wells up. “don’t remind me.”

“don’t be a brat,” he retorts, his voice firm but not unkind.

“I’m not being a brat,” you snap back, but there’s a hint of defensiveness in your tone.

“yeah, you are,” he says, his voice softening just a little. “but we’ll deal with that later.”

he glances over at you, a hint of a smirk on his face. turning your gaze to the window, avoiding his eyes. god, how were you meant to recover from this? another silence encapthres you and the awful spell of awkwardness washes over you both. until—

“you know i could never hate you, right?”

“hm?”

“you said earlier i made up my mind about you,” he murmurs, his eyes holding yours in a way that makes it impossible to look away. “i have… but not in the way you think.”

your breath catches, his words pulling at something deep inside you. “then how?”

“i’ve always liked you,” he says softly, his voice steady but tinged with something deeper. “hated seeing you go. hated the idea of you at college with some asshole who doesn’t see you the way i do.”

your heart skips, his words unraveling every doubt you’ve ever had. “and how do you see me?” you ask, barely finding your voice.

he leans closer, his gaze unwavering. “as everything.”

[girllblogging777]

daily reminder that there’s a reality where your s/o shifts for you, reads fanfics about you and writes to you on character ai

[incorrect-lord-of-the-rings]

If anyone who follows me is a supporter of Elon Musk or Trump, I want you to know that Tolkien would have hated them. Men who care only about machines and money, greed and power, while trampling on the lives of small folk. Also after Elon doing the Nazi salute, and Tolkien heavily opposing the Nazis, I think that solidifies it.

Elon and Trump stand for everything LOTR is against, and don't you forget that.

[omniversalobservations]

Titans (April 2023)

Multiple heroes and villains from DC Comics' TV shows and movies make cameos in Titans season 4 as Beast Boy travels the multiverse. The question of Beast Boy's whereabouts hung over the Titans season 4 mid-season premiere, as Gar Logan was curiously absent when the Titans emerged from a death realm after escaping the clutches of Mother Mayhem and Brother Blood. The team recalled hearing Gar's voice guiding them back to reality but had no clue what had happened to him.

Titans season 4, episode 9, "Dude, Where's My Gar?" revealed Beast Boy's fate after he attempted to enter the mystic realm called The Red, which ties all animal life together. With the guidance of the hero Freedom Beast, who also taps into The Red as part of his powers, Beast Boy learns the truth about his origins and just how powerful he truly is. Beyond transforming into animals, Beast Boy can use the Red to travel in time and between worlds. This leads to a lengthy sequence in which Beast Boy travels between realities and 13 massive cameos from across the DC Comics Multiverse.

Upon emerging into the space between worlds, Beast Boy hears Freedom Beast's voice, informing him that The Red "connects and pervades all animal life, in this universe and many others." Immediately afterward, Beast Boy is almost knocked off his feet by a streak of yellow lightning that moves past him several times. The lightning forms into a portal, which shows a red-clad figure in yellow boots running almost faster than Beast Boy can perceive. Arrowverse fans will instantly recognize the fast figure as the Barry Allen of Earth-Prime (Grant Gustin), who apparently passed through The Red while running between realities himself.

The Flash briefly knocks Beast Boy into another world, where his arrival does not go unnoticed. Beast Boy is approached by a stunned Stargirl (Brec Bassinger), who informs him that he is in Blue Valley, Nebraska when he asks where he is. It is implied, but not outright stated, that Beast Boy has traveled to the Earth-2 setting of Stargirl, confirming a long rumored crossover between Stargirl and Titans. The two heroes chat briefly about the importance of family before Beast Boy sends himself back into The Red to search for the Titans.

Once he is back in The Red, a number of portals open up before Beast Boy, showing him several other worlds. The first portal shows a dour green figure with red eyes sitting in a rainy marsh. This is the Swamp Thing of Earth-19, played by Derek Mears in the short-lived Swamp Thing television series, which ran for one season in 2019 on the DC Universe streaming service.

The next portal shows a city at night and a figure with a glowing lightning bolt on his chest flying toward the portal. However, the portal closes before he can emerge into The Red. While the vision is obscured by darkness, the lighting symbol easily identifies the hero as Zachary Levi's DCEU Shazam, fresh from his starring role in Shazam: Fury of the Gods.

The next portal opens upon a library, where a figure with a sketch pad turns around. They seem surprised at first, telling Beast Boy, "I can see you." The figure then smiles and asks Beast Boy, "Can you see me?" While this sharp-dressed character might appear to be a variant Lex Luthor, it is writer Grant Morrison. Morrison has had a prolific career in comics, with lengthy runs on JLA, Batman, and X-Men winning multiple awards.

Morrison's cameo here is notable as they are the creator of The Red, introducing the idea of a mystic force connecting all animal life comparable to The Green from Swamp Thing during their run on Animal Man. They also created the character of Freedom Beast and are notable for breaking the fourth wall in their stories, having written themselves into Animal Man as a character. As a bonus Easter egg, the sketch Morrison is drawing seems to be a rough draft of the Map of the Multiverse from Morrison's story The Multiversity, which developed the modern DC Comics Multiverse.

The final portal shows a television set, which is broadcasting an episode of Teen Titans Go! The animated Beast Boy (Greg Cipes) appears briefly, angrily saying, "Waffles, waffles, waffles!" This is a nod to the Teen Titans Go! season 1 episode "Waffles," in which Cyborg and Beast Boy annoy the rest of the Teen Titans with their contest to see who can go the longest only speaking the word "waffles."

After the portal showing the animated Beast Boy closes, a shrill woman's voice calls out that the party is over. While the woman does not appear on-screen, her voice is recognizable as that of Kaley Cuoco's Harley Quinn from the animated Harley Quinn series.

Harley's shout is answered by two maniacal laughs, which overlap one another. The first belongs to Arthur Fleck, the unfortunate party clown and aspiring comedian played by Oscar Winner Joaquin Phoenix in Joker. The second belongs to Jack Napier, the hitman turned "fully-functioning homicidal artist," who became the Joker, played by Jack Nicholson in the 1989 Batman movie.

The cacophony of mad laughter quickly fades, replaced by a firmer voice. This voice speaks to Beast Boy, telling him that "your fate is utterly binding." The voice belongs to the Doctor Fate of Earth-167, who spoke the same words to a young Clark Kent in the Smallville season 9 episode "Absolute Justice."

Another voice speaks to the confused Beast Boy. This voice assures him that "one thing I do know, son, and that is you are here for a reason." Superman fans will recognize the voice as the Jonathan Kent of Earth-96, who gave the same advice to a young Clark Kent just before his death in Superman: The Movie.

Another laugh breaks through the rush of sound. An unseen figure introduces himself to the people of Gotham City as The Joker. This voice will be instantly recognizable to fans of the 1966 Batman television series (aka Earth-66) as actor Cesar Romero, who played the Clown Prince of Crime in all three seasons and the first Batman movie.

The final scene of Titans season 4, episode 9, "Dude, Where's My Gar?" finds Beast Boy falling out of The Red and into the living room of a luxurious mansion. Beast Boy passes out just as Cyborg (Jovian Wade) runs into the room. Recognizing Beast Boy, he calls for Cliff and Larry, saying that they have a big problem.

This version of Cyborg appears to be the same Vic Stone from the first three seasons of Doom Patrol. However, Doom Patrol is set on a different Earth than the Earth-9 setting of Titans. Presumably, an explanation for just how this Cyborg knows Beast Boy will be delivered later in the season.

Source: ScreenRant

(images via Twitter)

[zu-is-here]

Selfish request of Dreammare pls ?

Pygmalion

idea by @clownyclowns

Dream & Nightmare by jokublog

+ the perfect finger sketch :'D

[melanthaeunomia]

Do y’all ever reread an old unpublished fanfic you wrote and then get invested on the storyline but get sad because you never wrote the next part of it, just me?

[the-bar-sinister]

Visualization for Self Shippers

Sit somewhere comfortably.

Close your eyes

Take five deep breaths– deep, slow breaths. 

When you inhale, let your breaths fill down to your stomach. 

Purse your lips and exhale slowly. Twice as long as you took to inhale.

As you move forward, continue to take long, slow breaths.

You are sitting on your F/O's lap.

It's not the back of your chair that you feel behind you. It's your F/O's chest supporting you.

How does their body feel against yours? Is it strong and firm? Slim and bony? Soft and plush?

Take a moment to enjoy the sensation of sitting with your back against your F/O, their body supporting yours.

Take another breath, and exhale it slowly.

Feel your F/O reach around your body to cradle you in their arms.

Feel the sensation of their arms enclosing you, holding you.

Feel the place on your body where your F/O gently rests their hands.

Consider your F/O's hands. What do they feel like against you? Are they big and powerful? Are they slim and delicate? Are they warm, or cool?

Let your F/O hold you for a long moment in their comforting presence.

Take another long breath and exhale slowly.

Let your F/O's hands move gently over your body. Feel the tingle of their fingers as they slide over you.

Feel your F/O's hand rest on your cheek and cup it gently.

Take another long breath and exhale it slowly.

Let your F/O lean over your shoulder, and kiss your neck, or your cheek or ear.

Feel the sensation of their lips against your flesh. How do they kiss you? Is it soft and fluttering? Is it firm and moist? Is it rough and hungry?

Let your F/O kiss you for a while as you rest your body against the support of their chest.

Linger awash in the comforting sensation of your F/O, breathing in and out.

Let your F/O squeeze you one more time, feeling the force of their body holding yours.

Then let them release you. Open your eyes, and stand up, feeling their support for you.

[orange-coloredsky-archive]

a development team that looks like this could not possibly have any preconceived biases against Black people. noooo way. its just a mistake that all of the Black people in fo4 are slaves or named after fascist colonizers or murdered or stereotypical conspiracy freaks. there is no way that the reality of this team is reflected in the art they create over and over and over and over and over and over and

[ID 1: A photo of the Fallout 4 development team taken from above and forward, showing a large crowd smiling at the camera, made up apparently entirely by white people, and almost entirely by white men. End ID.]

[stripedstarsblueflags]

if you expect a driver to be world champion material (ruthless, ravenously ambitious, selfish, psychologically manipulative, killer instinct, able to be cold hearted to hypothermic extremes, competitive to the point of aggression, values winning more than anything and anyone in their lives) and also be a completely likeable person that is entirely a you problem

[ilynpilled]

it frankly pisses me off that what is essentially “rapists and abusers should be depicted as monstrous caricatures because humanizing them is inappropriate” is considered a very moral and enlightened position to have on art by so many people. a rapist can feel pain, have moments of vulnerability, be amiable and charming, express remorse and compassion at times, be a victim themselves, and so on in real life. they are capable of doing good things. they can have different sides to them and have individuals in their lives that they are kind to or have a decent relationship with. they will be a human being, and that fact encompasses a lot. conflating that with the claim that they are entitled to and deserve your forgiveness or absolution is an issue. nurturing a mindset that believes they need to be one note and uncomplicated to be a correct and tasteful depiction of a rapist inadvertently falls in line with the logic of “how could they have possibly raped you? they are so normal and kind to me. they did all these good things here and there.” ok that doesn’t change that they are a rapist.