#he’d be all listen

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Canon James Potter on hearing his name is linked to two ships in ao3’s top 20 ships for 2023 (no 8 and no 18):

Canon James Potter on hearing the most popular of the two is him & Sirius’ Deater baby brother Reggie:

[chloesimaginationthings]

The real reason Michael has a British accent in FNAF…

[deklo]

my interpretation of adoptive bee :’)

pls don’t repost!

[gaywineauntsstuff]

I just saw someone say that Tim was the only member of the batfamily who didn’t suck at math.

With the exception of Dick (acrobatics) and Cass (body language) none of the Batkids are THAT much better than the others at a certain skill

Yes Jason is a better shot

Yes Tim is a better detective

And on a technical level they’re much better

Sure

But that means that if they have a 0.001% chance of cracking a case or making a shot. There will be a noticeable difference between Tim being the character or say Damian.

Otherwise

Not particularly.

Think of each skill like a normally distributed curve okay with the mean being your average hero/olympian/hacker/genius

Right

The Batkids will be at the 96th percentile in the skill

With the exception of 1 of them being at the 99th percentile range

Unless you are writing something you can comfortably say is complex/difficult enough to warrant drawing attention to the 3% difference. It’s annoying to bring it up

I exclude Dick and Cass

Because Dicks introduction is the fact he can do something the rest of the kids can’t to the point where it’s an identifier within his own story. It’s how Tim found him, a signature only he can do.

And Cass because she is genuinely cartoonishly cracked in her own storyline and in batfamily stuff she’s borderline a mind reader

(Could also argue Jason for supernatural stuff and the all blades)

These are exceptions because yeah

If you told me Jason, Dick or Steph cracked a difficult case in a run I wouldn’t treat it as shocking information

If you told me Tim, Dick or Damian managed a tricky shot with a firearm in a dire situation (like what happens in the Grayson run) it would be interesting, surprising but like not? Shocking?

If you told me that Jason did a quadruple summersault off a building and landed on his feet I’d be confused as shit

And even WITH Dick and Cass the other kids are still FREAKISHLY good at D&Cs special skills but they both have unignorable signatures

This is a very long winded way of saying when an author simplifies a character down to

“Oh look nice flippy one”

“Smart one”

“Angry gun one”

“Pet collector”

It’s annoying because you basically ignore all the interesting overlap

Like guess what Dick literally has a habit of collecting strays (see the rabbit and 3 legged dog he lives with in his apartment in the new run)

Tim is fucking badass and is very good at dealing with explosives

Damian is canonically currently thinking of leaving the family business and no longer being a hero to maybe focus on helping people in other ways

Jason occasionally works with magic and demon bullshit

And every single one of them is a genius okay literally every single one of them could get a masters in physics, chem, bio and history in like 2 weeks flat.

Their stats are stacked

All of them know enough info to be able to do 99% of a task and yeah someone might call Tim or Dick in for detective help or Jason for muscle and restraining backup but in 99% of cases THE OTHER CHARACTERS SHOULD BE EQUALLY competent

[hasello]

he was a punk… 🎵

[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

Can you imagine telling season 4 Ravi “I’m not really with them. I barely know these people” Panikkar that in a couple years he’s going to be just as ride-or-die as the rest of the A shift, and he’ll be out there risking domestic terrorism charges for Chimney? I know that man did not want to get sucked into the horrors of the 118 A shift but alas, he’s stuck with them forever now. He tried his hardest to escape their crazy, and now he’s out here risking criminal charges with the best of them.

[mochi-kitty]

No because do yourself a favor and Don’t imagine Helen waking up one morning and grabbing the paper from the door and dropping her coffee mug onto the floor. Don’t imagine her reading the headline FLASH MURDERED over and over, reaching for the phone to call Bart to ask what the hell happened to Wally, only to read the first few lines and it’s Bart… Bart took on the Flash costume. Bart was killed. No one called her. There’s a huge funeral, all of his hero friends and hundreds of others will attend. They outed his civilian identity. It’s miles away and no one knows that she’s Max’s daughter; the daughter of the man who taught Bart what he knew. No one called her. She doesn’t know anyone who would know to call her.

Don’t imagine her dropping to the floor and hugging a confused Dox to her chest. Don’t imagine her sobbing for her missing father and the death of the little chaos whirlwind she’d come to love.

[puckinghischier]

so i have this hyper specific vision of forcing nico to listen to country music because i’m a southern girly through and through. i know he’s a rap enthusiast, but i just have this feeling he would lowkey love country music. and i feel like i’ve talked about this before on here but i’m gonna talk about it again.

you would throw it at him every chance you got. in the car when he gives you music control, when you’re cooking dinner, when you’re cleaning the house, when you’re in the shower, literally anytime you can play it with him around, it’s on.

and he complains. oh boy does he complain about it.

“haven’t we listened to enough? i know you like tupac, put some tupac on already.”

“schatz, don’t you think it’s my turn? you got to listen to your playlist while we cleaned the bathroom, i get to pick the music for cleaning the kitchen.”

“y/n…these songs all sound the same. they talk about the same trucks, girls, and dirt roads. can we PLEASE listen to something with some variety? jack always wants to listen to country in the locker room and i can’t stand it in my home, too.”

you’d just giggle and change it, knowing that one day you’d convince the swiss rap king that country music is worthwhile.

when the team would play in nashville you’d always tag along, dragging nico out to all of your favorite bars after the game to listen to all of the amazing, undiscovered talent on broadway. you’d hop from place to place, letting the music lure you in to all the different doors.

nico would watch as you enjoyed the covers each artist performs, loving watching you in your element despite his aversion to the music.

“you think if i asked nicely they’d whip up a good lil’ wayne cover?” he’d lean down to whisper in your ear as you swayed to the music, earning a roll of your eyes that elicits a chuckle from his own mouth. but the more bars you two visit and the more drinks he consumes, he begins to think that maybe country music wasn’t so bad.

you’d noticed that over time, he stops complaining about the constant flow of the twangy music flowing through the speakers in your car. he’d listen and even hum along to a few, tapping his fingers on his knee in rhythm.

and when you’d have your weekly apartment cleaning sessions, he quit asking you to change the song and instead started swaying along to the melodies with you.

you knew you’d won him over, however, when you had your typical country playlist playing when you were in the shower one night, and ‘remember when’ by alan jackson started ringing out in the space of your bedroom while you were getting dressed.

this song was near and dear to you, because it was one of your mom’s favorite songs when you were a kid. anytime it came on the radio in the car all conversations stopped and she made everyone listen. your favorite memories of the song, though, was anytime it would come on the country music countdown on CMT.

your mom would always have the music channel on while cooking dinner or getting ready in the mornings so her music would flow through your home, and every single time this song came on, without fail, your dad would stop what he was doing and slow dance with your mom. no matter what she was doing or where in the house she was, they always danced.

so when nico came up to you, grabbed your water-wrinkled hands, and starting swaying both of you in time with the music, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. and when he started singing the words to you, you had to fight everything in you to not start crying.

the two of you danced to and sang the entire song right there in your bedroom together. swaying and basking in each other’s presence far longer than the length of the song.

once you snapped out of your little love struck daze, you leaned up to give him a small peck before stepping back, needing to brush your messy, half dry hair before it gets any more out of hand.

“thought you hated country music, swiss man,” you teased before you walked away, cocking your head and placing hands on your hips to emphasize your point.

“yeah well…i realized that anything that brings you so much joy can’t be that bad. plus, i think i look great in a cowboy hat,” he references your current phone lockscreen, a picture from your last nashville trip together where you forced him to buy a ridiculously overpriced cowboy hat because he needed to ‘embrace his inner cowboy and look the part when on broadway.’

you roll your eyes at his cheekiness, reach up to pinch around his dimple.

“whatever works, cowboy.”

[valeriianz]

Hiii @embroiderling here. For the way you said I love you, can I ask for 31? Or 27. Or 25 😂 all the options are so good 💖

Thank youuuu

Helloooo! So nice to see you after so long! haha 31: In awe, the first time you realised it also, reincarnation au :D

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“I love you.”

The stranger looks twice at Hob, a beautiful expression of bafflement making his eyes pop.

Hob blinks, the words coming back to him.

“Sorry,” Hob laughs, breathless. He feels a flush growing up his neck. “That just– came out of me. I don’t�� here–” Hob scrambles to get his feet flat on the ground and heft himself up halfway, extending a hand to the man he’d crashed into… who looks achingly familiar.

The man, who Hob takes in properly now, hesitantly takes Hob’s hand, allowing himself to be pulled up from the ground, standing now on unsteady legs. They carefully walk out of the bike lane and onto the slightly congested sidewalk. Hob realizes he doesn’t have his scooter until his hand shoots out to catch the thin, gorgeous man, by the elbow as he wobbles a bit.

“Careful.” Hob offers a smile but it feels broken. “You okay?”

The man looks up from the point where they are touching, back to Hob, absolute shock and something like recognition glinting in his eyes.

Hob’s breath catches when he sees that the man is crying. Beautiful blue eyes shine and overflow down pale skin and strikingly sharp cheekbones.

“What’s wrong?” Hob’s grip tightens slightly on the man’s arm while the other hovers between them.

“I don’t know…” The man finally speaks with a voice that sounds like heaven. His fingers shake as he wipes away the tears on his face. “I just feel like…”

His low vibrato cracks as he looks back at Hob.

“Feels like I’ve been waiting an eternity to hear you say that.”

Hob’s jaw drops and his heart soars.

“What’s your name?”

“Dream.”

Hob huffs out a disbelieving laugh.

“It’s– It’s so crazy. I knew that.” Hob laughs properly now at the smile that tugs up the corner of Dream’s lips. “Do you know me? What’s my name?”

Dream’s brows pinch together as he seems to study Hob.

“... Hob.”

The smile that cracks through Dream’s composure is enough to send pin pricks up Hob’s spine, tickling the back of his neck, not to mention how incredibly strange and yet familiar this all seems. Like he’d looked at those crystal blue eyes a hundred times, in a hundred different lifetimes, a hundred different emotions reflected in them.

Then Dream laughs. A bark of laughter that he immediately covers with his hand and finally, for the first time since Hob spoke to him, looking away, the tips of his ears turning pink.

“What’s so funny?” Hob’s smiling so wide he feels his eyes squint.

“I don’t know!” Dream nearly screeches, his visage morphing through something like the five stages of grief before smiling again.

“But…” Dream manages to get himself under control, looking around at the people walking past them, the buildings towering over them, and back to Hob. “It’s a very strange name.”

It feels like an excuse, or some explanation that at least makes sense.

“I love your laugh,” Hob blurts out, feeling more present, all the sudden.

Dream sighs, his body relaxing, like he’s committed to whatever is happening… acquiescing to it. 

“I know you do.”

Hob grins. This is insane.

“Can I take you to dinner?”

Dream’s breath seems to catch, his eyes flicking up and down.

“I feel like you owe me a lot more than dinner.”

Hob laughs again, emotion welling on inside his throat and making his own eyes begin to burn.

“I’m going to make it up to you. God. What is happening right now?”

Dream merely shakes his head, running a hand through his hair and looking around them.

“Are you free tonight? Eight o’clock?”

Hob nods, excitement– like a child, rushes through his veins.

“Let’s meet here,” Dream points to the ground. “... again, if you’re serious.”

Hob nods again. “I’ll be here.”

“Good,” Dream takes a long breath, his eyes seem to burn, instantly watching Hob. “I will see you again.”

An unconscious grin splits across Hob’s face.

“You will.”

[seashell21]

I think Neil would say skibidi toilet rizz to piss Kevin off and he would only do it with just Kevin and Kevin would complain about it and all the other foxes are like “huh? Neil? Have you met the guy? He wouldn’t say that”

But anyways Kevin is having an off day on the court? Not properly motivated?

Neil runs past Kevin with a shit eating grin on his face “skibidi toilet rizz 😏” he whispers, just loud enough so that only Kevin would hear it

Kevin immediately feels the wrath of 10,000 millennials and boomers and chases after Neil and all the other foxes are surprised by his sudden motivation.. and only Neil knows why he was truly motivated 😔

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: dismemberment / ]

I think a lot about how Leo’s rescue could have easily ended in him losing a leg as the portal snaps shut on the Krang still clutching the limb, or, alternatively, only having Leo’s right arm make it out, still held dearly in his brother’s hand as the rest of Leo is left behind. (The latter hits even harder, as it directly parallels his future self in the worst of ways.)

I think a lot about how so many things could have gone wrong during the course of the movie with even a little bit of a change, but it really is harrowing how much of a coin-flip the entirety of the Prison Dimension rescue was.

[dykedvonte]

I was rewatching mouthwashing, and I ended up thinking of the different reactions that Curly and Jimmy had in doing their tasks. How during the scene of Anya evaluating Jimmy and showing dread towards the idea of doing his evaluation, Curly was the one that offered to take it off her hands. He had no issue with adding more to his plate, because he knew - or well, thought, he knew that Jimmy wasn't going to "bullshit" with him since he's known him for a long time. When Anya hands Curly a note from Swansea, Curly goes to check out what the issue is and he takes care of it without a complaint, the only "complaint" he has is how this incident could have damaged the pods. Which is reasonable, those pods are their only way to be saved if anything tragic happens on the ship. However, in comparison to Jimmy being asked to do things, he's passive-aggressive about it. When Anya asks Jimmy if he could help her out with Curly's painkillers, he tells her that people should be worth their titles, specifically using her title as a nurse when she asked him for help and then when she says forget it, since he made her feel insecure, he still goes "Oh no, I'LL take care of it" as if he was doing a chore, a favor for her. Then, there's that part where he blows up at her for things that she didn't even ask him to do - more so the others asked him about it, like the code scanner, him deciding he needed to find the axe for the foam, and then, there's the medicine part (which when she does ask, and she reconsiders - going to do it herself, he takes that away from her). Jimmy complains about the tasks he has to do and he treats it like a big issue, a "woes me" that he has to do this and that - wanting the praise of the capital without actually doing any work. While Curly doesn't complain about it, in fact, he even mentions that he's aware of how well he is doing at his job as a Captain during that cockpit scene with him and Jimmy. If Jimmy only had to do a small amount of tasks to get irritated and annoyed at being captain, while Curly didn't which I feel like encapsulates their personalities. Curly understands what he's doing is a job, it's a responsibility, why would he complain at any point for doing what he's suppose too? Why would he be upset at people asking him to do tasks? While Jimmy on the other hand, isn't used to it at all and it's different to what he's had before and he's realizing that he doesn't actually like doing the work he has too. I just wanted to ramble about it even if it seemed kind of obvious xd

It’s obvious but it is a thing people miss or understate when trying to find parallels in Curly’s and Jimmy’s relationship/personalities.

Like the way people portray it as neither taking responsibility when it is almost split down the middle of Curly taking responsibilities and faults that shouldn’t be his and making himself unequipped to handle the ones that are while Jimmy refuses to handle the responsibilities he has because he wasn’t expecting the work that comes with them.

Not a lot to say but people forget that another thing the game comments on is prioritization of issues and responsibilities and how the guys fail at it in one way or another in the situation.

[songjay-ay]

im about to slutshame him

[electric-plants]

cyno: we’ll set out immediately after i have a quick meeting with the scribe

aarav: oh did he need more of our records?

cyno: no?? i just have to go and kiss him goodbye

[the-ferocious-kittyrose]

That “controversially young girlfriend” tiktok has done irreparable damage to x reader fics.