#in case it was not clear

[nevertheless-moving]

onion violence

[hadopelagian]

it's so cool how dc has two characters named cassandra who are both lesbians and i love them both a lot

[contrastparadoxx]

Lepori Bugsie’s Anxestor is ALSO genderfluid and runs a huge company that makes all sorts of like gag items and giant hammers and anvils and such

Her name is Bunnie Bugsie

[grimvestige]

!!

It's obligatory wizard-posting time! This is my enchantment wizard, Tiarnán! I play him for a campaign set in a world called Hadreon.

He's a usually cheery & kind winter sidhe, who greatly enjoys brewing tea & sharing it with others! He presently works as a diplomat, trying to help make amends for what the sidhe Courts have done to Tomra. Spoilers: What they did was hit the country with a giant laser turning a huge chunk of it into a crystalline glass wasteland, and kill a lot of the drakon in an effort to invade.

During that invasion, Tiarnan was a logistics officer for the Courts, though he later rebelled with his bestie Leon. During that time, he kept doing logistics but for the rebellion, along with other clerical work that needed doing.

As far as Tiarnan's personal life, he actually has a partner, Moirin, who went missing ~100 years ago, but they were close before the invasion. He recently got a lead for their location, which is...probably taken captive by a country called Nibelheim, which is known for hating the sidhe.

While Tiarnan is a diplomat, he is at least somewhat capable of fighting (he has bracers of armor and an amulet of protection hidden under his clothes), and his cane not only serves as his arcane focus, but is also a cane sword :3 He doesn't like fighting at all though, and if he can't outright avoid fighting he tends to try to debuff or charm foes instead. (See: Oppressive Boredom, metamagicked with persistent spell)

Except for that time he cast black tentacles on a boss because the rest of the party was stunned and really injured. We don't talk about that spell. It definitely wasn't corrupted and didn't have any negative side effects for the funny, nice wizard man to cast.

Anyway, Tiarnan is a super cheerful lil wizard guy! And definitely deals with his war PTSD and talks about his problems in a healthy manner! Never overworks himself ever! Also doesn't have any weird super aggressive spells that have the same color palette as the corruption that tends to infect sidhe and turn them into monsters when they get super old!

[arosebyan0thername]

Boys I have some great news about testosterone cypionate

[jkvjimin]

one time for the present, two time for the past ♪

JIMIN, TAEHYUNG & JUNGKOOK

[katcreatesthings]

The most insane lines delivered within Remedy's history of games. (From Alan Wake 2's "Night Springs" DLC)

[rongzhi]

OP: 我：爸爸 墙上有一只虫子 爸爸：让我来对付它

↳ Me: Baba, there’s a bug on the wall; Dad: Let me handle it

English added by me :)

[xinganhao]

🪐 boy best friend!mingyu.

@tubasebongs → "I WOULD LIKE MINGYU CLINGY/POUTY BOY BEST FRIEND WHO LIKES YOU AND HE TRIES TO HIDE IT BUT FAILS AND STILL TOO PAINFULLY OBVIOUSLY 🙏🏻🙏🏻"

⌗ ┆threw in another trope because mingyu is childhood best friend coded (⋟﹏⋞) lost the ask in my inbox (i'm so sorry!!!) but i hope this still hits the mark :'-)

‧₊˚✩彡 includes: boy best friend!mingyu, childhood friend!mingyu, fluff fluff fluff!!!, cussing, pining/idiot in love/etc., confession -ish, headcanons under the cut.

🪐 headcanons .ᐟ

because of course kim mingyu is the boy next door. your mothers are friends and that's how you meet him, how you essentially grow up with him, even. he's a lively kid— loud and sociable, fond of roughhousing and buying candy at the corner store.

mingyu is the type to have defended you on the playground, his little hands balled in to fists as he plants them at his hips. at the age of six, he's not really capable of inciting fear, but he'll damn well try. as early as then, he's already referring to you as 'my best friend.' "yah, that's my best friend!" "don't make my best friend cry!" "what did you say about my best friend?!"

mingyu's overbearingness wanes a bit as you grow up, as you begin to insist that you can fight your own battles. the title is the one thing that doesn't change. it doesn't matter if you go on to not be classmates anymore, if you run different circles. you are mingyu's best friend and he's yours.

it's a fact that mingyu makes abundantly clear to everyone he meets. hell, even strangers aren't spared by the casual ways in which he manages to bring you up. "excuse me, but your hat is really nice and i think my best friend would like it. may i know where you bought it?" "oh, my best friend loves that artist too!" "you think my shoes are nice? thank you, my best friend got it for me."

mingyu is the picture perfect cliché of the best friend. he lives to annoy you, to rile you up and test your patience, but he also knows you like the back of his hand. it's something that you reciprocate— the cat and dog fights belied only by the deep concern and consideration that you both undeniably have for each other.

if he's honest, mingyu isn't all too sure when things shifted. (the answer: somewhere around adolescence, on an unassuming weekend spent at an arcade.) he just found that he kept wanting a little more. wanted to annoy you a little more so you would keep looking his way. wanted to talk to you a little more so you would think of him, too. mingyu isn't sure when his feelings started, but he knows they're not about to end any time soon.

it drives mingyu absolutely insane, initially, because he's seen how these things go! he's sat through all your favorite romcoms, has idly watched his mother's weekly dramas. falling in love with your best friend only ends well in fiction. in real life, in his life? he's not so sure.

mingyu isn't about to start avoiding you, though. isn't going to run from his feelings like a bunch of other people do. you always say he's dramatic when he says so, but he's at least half-serious when he says he can't live without you. and so he gives himself a stern talking to, a set of rules to follow— he won't tell you. he won't put you in that position, where you have to choose. he'll just go about things as he always does.

and, most importantly: mingyu refuses to look at your friendship as a consolation prize. it is not a silver medal, not a second-best to a potential romantic relationship. it is the best thing, being your best friend, and he's not about to put that on the line.

one thing mingyu fails to take in to account: just how painfully obvious he is. he doesn't have to confess to you. it bleeds in to everything he says and does. everyone knows, from his family to his friends to your family. they're all not so sure, either, when the exactly mingyu went from just acting friendly to being at your every whim without you even asking, but it's as clear as day.

mingyu thinks he's slick. on the rare occasions he's called out, he'll scoff and deny. "me? in love with my best friend? that's crazy." deny, deny, deny. that's mingyu's game for years and years, until people just give up on asking and wait for one or the other: for him to crack or for you to notice.

being best friends with a mingyu who's hopelessly in love with you is a carousel of moments: a dozen pouty selfies a week, incessant texts blowing up your phone, facetime calls where he's drunk and whining to be picked up. and more: the smell of his cologne on almost all of your things, the passport photo of you that he keeps behind his clear phone case, a specific smile that he reserves for when you're not looking.

really, it's just like mingyu for his eventual confession to be unceremonious, unprompted. all it takes is for you to make one offhand joke (time for you to confess to me, kim mingyu) and for mingyu to take that just a little too seriously (holy shit, have i been that obvious).

mingyu thought he'd take this 'secret' to the grave, honestly. or maybe he'd bring it up when you're both old and gray, and you can hit him over the head with a cane or something. but now it's out in the open, now it's something he can't take back— and, well, there's only one last thing for him to do: hope for the goddamn best.

extras 📱 texts from mingyu ➤ friends.

[bluegiragi]

face to a name.

early access + nsfw on patreon

[blistexenthusiast]

minidiscs

[heartless-aro]

One of my least favorite responses to discussions about arophobia in fiction is “That character isn’t aromantic though! They’re just a psychopath/sociopath/narcissist/[insert relevant stigmatized disorder here]”. Being aromantic and having a personality disorder — including ASPD or NPD — are not mutually exclusive. The trope of “This person doesn’t feel love, therefore they are evil” doesn’t stop being arophobic the moment it’s directed towards a character with a personality disorder (yes, even if they have one of the “scary” personality disorders). Ableism and arophobia often intersect in this way, and that doesn’t make the arophobia any less arophobic

[clockwayswrites]

5 Times the JL Learned Batman was Married and the 1 Time They Met the Spouse.

One. Two. Three. Four.

Four.

Clark stood up and positioned himself between the door and his injured teammate before it even opened, though not much before. His own delayed reaction made sense when it opened to show one of Batman’s teammates. While for the longest the League had thought Batman ‘worked alone’, they were now aware of there being a variety of heroes in Gotham, even if they were far from sure how many there might be or who those heroes were.

Nightingale was a notable exception what with his influence on the newest generation of heroes.

The young man flashed Clark a cheery smile and a little two finger wave. The motion almost distracting with the bright blue that marked the fingers.

“Hey Supes, I got notified that B was laid up.”

Clark paused. “You did?”

“Yep, I’m down as B’s emergency contact for Justice League matters. Feel free to confirm it if you want,” Nightingale said and leaned against the door frame with an easy shrug. “That’s exactly the sort of paranoia that B would approve of.”

It really was was, Clark thought. He grabbed the tablet that he had been using and pulled up Batman’s personnel file. It was a sparse file, of course, but clear as day Nightingale listed was next to ‘emergency contact’. Under his name as an alternative was ‘Condor’.

“Who’s Condor?”

“Me,” rumbled the man who stepped up behind Nightingale. He wasn’t as tall as the other hero, but he was broad. His lower face was covered in some sort of sleek gas mask, though Clark’s focus was pulled to the red lenses of the domino mask.

He certainly made for an intimidating figure.

Nightingale rolled his eyes. “Dramatic.”

Condor just shrugged. “I’m here to be the muscle.”

Clark’s brow furrowed. “For… what?”

“Oh, we’re taking B home!” Nightingale, well, chirped and pushed himself off the doorway.

Clark stepped in the way. “Batman needs to stay under medical supervision.”

“We know. We’re taking him to the Batcave. There’s a full medical set up there and we already have Batman’s personal doctor on hand to look him over,” Nightingale said as he smoothly edged his way around Clark. “Not that we don’t think you all have done your best! Just that way we’ll have his status for our files and he can recover at home.”

“Besides, you don’t want you-know-who to get wind that B is laid up like this and come storming the castle,” Condor said and came to take the other end of the medical bed.

Nightingale gave an over-the-top shudder. “Yeah, best to avoid that, he’s not having a good week already.”

“I, no, I don’t know who,” Clark said with a frown, though he did finally step out of their way. He couldn’t really tell them no, they did have control over Batman’s care. Still, he carefully watched them undo the clasps that would let them take off the top of the bed like a stretcher.

Condor lifted his end of the bed. “B’s husband, of course. Guy’s a little protective.”

“A little?” Nightingale asked as he pivoted with his end of the bed so they could start walking. “Calling him ‘a little’ protective is like calling what happened on Monday a ‘little’ multidimensional incident.”

Condor shrugged, the bed shifting a little with the motion, though it barely rocked Batman. “Okay, so maybe he’d rewrite the world for B if it came to it. That’s exactly why we’re getting B back to the Cave where he can be safe and settled before his paramour gets back from dealing with that ‘little’ multidimensional incident.”

“Right,” agreed Nightingale. “Thanks for looking after him, Supes!”

“You’re welcome?” Clark replied as the two heroes left the room, Batman carried between them.

[h0estar]

every now and then i look back on this GIF i have of nalu during tartaros arc and cry about how this particular scene alone solidifies the beauty of their relationship (natsu holding lucy's hand gently in the face of chaos and panic did wonders to my heart)

[aroaceleovaldez]

very underutilized argo 2 crew & co dynamic:

Piper and Frank (and Thalia and Rachel) are from extremely rich families. Annabeth and Jason are also from extremely rich families but grew up at their respective camps. Percy and Leo grew up in relatively poor families. Reyna and Nico are in weird spots because a.) we aren’t entirely sure what economic status their families had (implied to be on the wealthier side but again, unclear) (and Nico grew up during WWII so, yknow) but regardless of that they both ended up running away while relatively young and Reyna spent two years on a magic island and Nico spent three years homeless living either underground or in the woods, presumably. Hazel’s also in a weird spot cause while we know her mom originally didn’t have a lot of money, after Hazel was born they had literal infinite money, it was just all Very Cursed. They could afford anything it just Literally Killed People. Will Solace we don’t know but his mom is implied to be an at least well-known singer if not outright famous so we can probably presume he’s decently wealthy as well.

the books gave us like absolutely zero acknowledgement of the types of dynamics to arise from this. give me Annabeth lamenting or something about her dad’s plane collection and an ensuing debate about if your parents owning a plane is normal or not. give me Percy physically cringing cause something cost more than 50 bucks. Give me Jason not quite understanding modern mortal currency cause he was raised using denarii. etc etc.

[akajustmerry]

hey can we not do the, "well actually neil gaiman's stories sucked actually when you think about it" thing? because a) that does shit all to support the victims that came forward and b) it's not fucking true. similar to jkr or any other acclaimed or well admired creative who has shown their true shitty colours, the issue with them is NOT the quality of their work. the issue is the material harm they cause and have caused real people. I get it. You feel bad. you wanna kill whatever fondness you have in your head for what these people have made. You feel guilty, hurt even, that something you care about was made by someone who did awful shit and it's hard to hold that in your head. believe me, I get it. But when you project that insecurity and anger onto the "quality" of the works these people make, what you're implying is that there's a secret threshold of "quality" that would make these creatives' harmful behaviour excuseable. you're also giving moral value to the "quality" of art. there are people who have made terrible art who are practically saints and there are people who've made near perfect masterpieces who are monsters and everything in between. this is not a defence of either author. what they've done is disgusting. I'm just pointing out that if a person came up to you and said, "the person who wrote that book hurt me and all I'm asking is for you to believe it" you wouldn't respond with, "omg I KNEW the author sucked because the logic of the world building lacked consistency".