#i was absolutely addicted

[mementokore]

hah my destiny 2 phase on twitter was real

i mean as someone who has 3K+ hours on the game i guess it never really ended - i just took breaks

[secretly-a-trekkie]

no pickles?

[fanaticalthings]

POV: You're the oldest sibling

it's tough being the oldest.

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[sparkoflena]

As somebody who has written Batfamily fanfiction (mostly for myself but I have like two things public), Bruce Wayne's relationship with his kids will always be the hardest part.

Yeah, I could fanon it. But I do try my hardest to be at least vaguely canon-compliant in terms of characterizations/relationships.

BUT the history of Bruce Wayne as a father changes depending on the author you read, which Robin is Robin-ing at the time, and what trauma Bruce happens to be going through. Is he going to be deeply supportive of his kids and attend their events and be both awkward and proud? Is he going to hit his kids? Who knows, certainly not DC writers.

(I'm of the opinion that Bruce Lost-His-Parents-At-A-Young-Age & Adopted-Kids-Like-Him-To-Build-A-Family-He-Didn't-Have-As-A-Child Wayne ABSOLUTELY should be a Good Parent[TM], albeit a bit Overprotective Dad. But there are only a handful of authors who follow this depiction)

[rocketbirdie]

Cloud Strife

1 in 3 chance for each played 7 to create a Planet card when scored.

[drop-dead-dropout]

I've said it before but I really really really need everyone in the disco elysium fandom to like. look at themselves for a moment and make sure they're not being insanely ridiculously dehumanizing to addicts because I see it way too often. I'm not talking about saying that harry is a bad person, depending on your choices in your playthrough he could absolutely be described as a very shitty person, I'm talking about this weird insistence that harry as an addict/recovering addict/whatever doesn't deserve love or friendship or community because he's just That Bad and he will ALWAYS be That Bad and inflicting him on someone else would be cruel and unusual punishment. like... actually fuck each and every last one of you who says shit like that I'm not joking.

[guardian-angle22]

911 lone star -> TK & Tommy's talk in 5.05

[meatball-soup]

aint even lying there buddy, my name checks out

[clownsuu]

WAaaahh your wally x howdy art is so cute!!! Please draw more of them

G o o d cause they are now my current hyper fixation UEDDJSCJCHSDJHDHDHD-

[tonystarkfucksaround]

unpopular opinion about cherik 👀

Hmmm, do you mean opinion about the ship in general or like, unpopular headcanons? :D Not sure if either would fall under the 'unpopular' category, though, I'm pretty bland, I'm afraid!

One thing that comes to mind, though, is that I believe Erik had absolutely no right to lash out at Charles for using the serum in DOFP - and I kind of hate the way they made it look like he was right and like it really was better for Charles to stop using it, even if it meant he couldn't walk. Regardless of his legs, Erik did exactly what he was allegedly fighting against - said that he knew better than Charles how Charles should feel about his powers or how he should use them. And as for his ability to walk, well... he just made it sound like 'yes, I was the reason (however accidental) that you can no longer walk, now deal with it, and oh, by the way, it doesn't matter if you're discriminated against if you're disabled, because when you're not, I'm going to look down at you for losing your powers (which I also wouldn't let you use as freely as you can least you stop me, hence the helmet)'.

I just feel like it was a much more sensitive subject, and realistically I know there simply wasn't enough time to reflect on it in the movie in a different way (probably), but yeah, unpopular opinion, I guess :D

[strryhaze]

bobby & david kennedy

“There was some level on which David tapped his father’s sensitivity. You would find him walking with David or with his arm around David. David just seemed to need it.”

— chuck mcdermott.

“If his father’s death hit David harder than the others, it was because there had been a special bond between them—both were the runts of the litter, sandwiched into the middle of a large family. He was the only one in the family who hadn’t been enthusiastic about the run for the presidency. For weeks after his father’s announcement, David had been plagued by recurring nightmares about Bobby’s death. Distraught over episodes that seemed premonitory, and missing the special attention his father had given him, David had gotten in trouble for throwing rocks at cars passing by Hickory Hill. The day of the California primary, he had joined his father in Los Angeles. The two of them had been swimming and he had felt himself being carried out by the undertow when his father grabbed him, scraping his own head on the ocean floor as he reached for David’s slippery arm. With a teenager’s melodrama, David had decided that he owed his father a life and would look for an opportunity to pay him back in the years ahead. That night as he sat in front of the television set in his room in the Ambassador Hotel and watched [his father] bleeding on the floor downstairs, one of the thoughts he had was that the debt would be forever undischarged.”

“As the worst year of their young lives came to a close, they decided to surprise their mother at Christmas with a book comprised of letters about their father. David’s said: ‘Daddy was very funny in church because he would embarrass all of us by singing very loud. Daddy did not have a very good voice. There will be no more football with Daddy, no more swimming with him, no more riding and no more camping with him. But he was the best father there ever was and I would rather have him for a father for the length of time I did than any other father for a million years.”

— the kennedy’s, peter collier & david horowitz.

“David looked at himself in those pictures like they were a strange sort of mirror. He looked at them half a dozen times at least, mesmerized by them, and he kept asking me questions. There was a tremendous desire to know his father, to really know him.”

— john seigenthaler.

“David and Bobby were so close. They were inseparable. David was small, a runt like Bobby had been.” Ethel then explained to Noelle (her secretary) that David had always been a very sensitive youngster, very introverted, "not like the other boys. He and I would go and pick flowers while his brothers were killing each other with their crazy games", Ethel recalled with a smile.

— ethel kennedy.

“I think about death a lot. Time hasn’t erased the death of my father from my mind. My family thinks I’m no good and that I’ll never beat my problem. They’ve written me off. I’m trying to get it together, but it’s so difficult. I’m having a terrible time at it. And the thing I want most in the world is the approval of my family, but they want nothing to do with me. All I want is to be with my father.”

— david kennedy, april 1984.

“Like his family, his friends had all wondered at one time or another if he would kill himself; but when it finally came his death was nonetheless shocking. ‘I keep asking myself why. Why David? Why now? All I can come up with is that maybe his father was looking down from heaven and saw all the hell these people were putting him through and said, ‘Come on, You’ve suffered enough. It’s time you were up here with me.’”

— nancy narleski.

Years after David Kennedy’s death, his cousin, Patrick Kennedy recalled a haunting and heartbreaking recollection he had with his father, Teddy, sitting beside his cousin’s casket: “My father remembered Bobby telling him that, as a father, he needed to spend more time with David. He also recounted a story Uncle Bobby had told him just before his own death. On the day before the California primary, the Robert Kennedys had gone swimming in Malibu, to relax together. David had been knocked over by a wave and got caught in the undertow, and his father had come to his rescue. When Uncle Bobby told my father this story, he talked about ‘the undertow’ in broader terms, how there was an undertow in life and David, who was only then thirteen, already seemed vulnerable to it. And then, just hours later, Uncle Bobby was murdered as David watched the TV coverage in their hotel room upstairs. It was unbelievably poignant to hear my father tell this story. David was in the casket next to us. And I wasn’t that much older than David when his father worried whether he could survive the undertow.”

[derpu-doodles]

Can't get my mind out of those memories Now time to tell them, "Don't take my dream"

basically I was listening to P4's Heaven while drawing and my brain immediately went "lmao what if we Third Semester Akechi,"

[blathannabeaga]

.☽༊˚ january writing; an older woman

bobby x reader

feat. lioness!reader, age gap, dash of hurt/comfort, fluff

As much as you’ve enjoyed New York on your previous visits, after this particular one you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to face the city again.

Dread and fear curdle sourly in the pit of your stomach alongside the half-cup of coffee and two paracetamol that surmised your breakfast. There’s an inescapable chill in the midmorning air that slips under the stiff collar of your new coat that eats at you no matter how tight you pull it around yourself. Not that you’ve ever had the money for brands like this before, but now their uselessness will forever be cemented in your brain.

The stupid tourist scarf around your neck doesn’t help - it only makes you feel stupid on top of cold. But Joe’s instructions were firm as they are in the field, and she wants the digital trail you and Bobby are out here to lay down to be flawlessly believable ahead of first contact, so it’s time to flesh out your sweet Northeastern student alias as much as you can.

She - your mark, the prized little sister of an emerging arms dealer trafficking illegal weapons by the tonne throughout the Levant - is due to fly into LaGuardia later in the week, no doubt swarmed in bodyguards, at her brother’s behest. You know from Agency intel that she has a reservation at a posh Manhattan café later in the week, so the plan is to let Tex loose on their booking systems and erase the data as she arrives. Shepherded by Randy and Tucker, you’ll arrive just after her and be affected by the same problem - at which point, you’re counting on her rumored social disposition and your manufactured sweetness that she’ll take you up on your offer of company to find somewhere else. 

Now, on a cold street corner draped in tourist garb, your and Bobby’s mission for the morning is to craft a social media profile befitting of such company. She’d almost been more repulsed at the idea than you, but it ended up winning out over spending another day in those accursed hotel rooms looking over data and reports and waiting for the action to start. It hadn’t taken long for her to come around to it, though - quite enjoying your frustration at being made to pose and preen for Instagram highlights and posts that are meant for an audience of squarely one - but after probably the twelfth peace-sign pose on a street corner, your disposition slips noticeably. 

“Sweeten up, sunshine.” Bobby chides over the bustle of citygoers all around, in a gratingly upbeat tone that’s not without an air of sternness to it. Behind her gold-rimmed sunglasses, you can spy the endearing furrow of her brow as she takes a couple more pictures. “This won’t be so believable if you look like you’re here at gunpoint.”

Your scowl only makes her laugh. Pulling the cheap scarf loose, you smack it against her chest in a ball as you fall in step and meander down the sidewalk. 

“Yeah, because it’ll be my looking a little green that gives us away and not a fucking college student having no-one to go sightseeing with but a woman twice her age.” You spit, charged with more vitriol than you’d meant. The cover, the insertion, the lack of time to prepare - it all has you in knots, shrouding everything in a haze of fear and disdain. Bobby, though probably best prepared to deal with your spite, is the one least deserving of it.

“So now that’s a problem, huh?” She muses, idly folding the red-and-blue fabric over itself in skilful hands as you walk. Shooting you a sideways glance, she shrugs and quietly delights in the heat that rushes to your cheeks. “First time I’m hearing of it.”

“No, it- “ Your voice catches in your throat, guilt flushing through you and over your anxieties despite the obvious humour in her voice. She guides you by a strong hand on the small of your back to the mouth of a quiet alleyway, as you fumble for words that refuse to come. “Bobby, I- “

“I know. Breathe.” Her serious face seems to soften in the shadow of the building at your back, as her hand squeezes your arm tightly. You do as she says, doing your best to slow your breathing and re-centre, as much as one can in such a raucous setting, to which she nods approvingly in a way you’ve often found yourself chasing. She pauses for a second then, as though contemplating whatever’s on her mind, and after a beat leans in and kisses your forehead.

The tenderness, though sends your heart hammering against your ribs in unbidden affection, shocks you almost into silence. You rejoin the footrack into another busy street, your hand tucked around her arm to keep her close to you amidst the throngs of people. 

“Twice your age my ass.” She scoffs after a minute, a notion of disbelief written into her face. Your quiet laugh isn’t very appreciated, but she only rolls her eyes at you. “Pushing it, but not that fuckin’ far.”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself.” You murmur against her shoulder, scrubbing your thumb in slow circles over the contours of her bicep before kissing her shoulder with a subdued smile.

[cowboyskeletons]

[**VINE BOOM**]

[davidbowierose]

Anybody else make covers for fanfics they read on their kindle so they’re easier to sort through?

Yeah me neither���

Sources:

The fanart I believe is @Izbubbles on insta!

(Sorry if this comes off as bad practice, but of course this isn’t my art and I don’t share the covers I make anywhere. Except for obviously this pic of one on my kindle)

The fanfic is Danny’s daycare by robinsegghead on AO3!

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

What The Woods Took

YA horror

a girl and boy are both kidnapped from their beds and taken to a wilderness program, to hike across the wilderness for 50 days with 3 other traumatised teens

when their two adult counselors are gone one morning, they aren’t sure if leaving them alone was part of the program - or if something more sinister is going on. especially when they start seeing things that cause them to turn on each other…

butch lesbian mc