#it's so ludicrous it's fascinating

[thehopefulwonderlandcollector]

Sonic (beginning to write a letter to Tom and Maddie): “Dearest Darlingist Momsie and Popsicle…”

Shadow (beginning to write a letter to Gerald Robotnik): “My Dear Father…”

Shadow and Sonic while writing their letters in unison: “There’s been some confusion, for you see, my roommate is…”

Sonic (to himself): …Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe…

Shadow (wholly unsentimental, also to himself): …BLUE.

[lostazuree]

Hiii!! u asked for more requests and im kinda here to save u SO OKAY HEAR ME OUT maybe smth with size kink or/and breeding??? U can do anyone u like (from bllk plsss) (Rin. WHO SAID THAT?) (Isagi 🤤OKAY IN GETTING HACKED??) (Kaiser… ngh1.. IM TROWING MY PHONE AWAY) u dont have to do it if you don’t want to!! have a good day/night :)

YES, ILY, GIRL. YOU ARE ME, I AM YOU.

↨❣  ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 ̟⸻❝𝐍𝐨 𝐟*𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐰𝐚𝐲....𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞?❞

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: His undeniably kinky behaviour.

✰𝐅𝐭. ��𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧, 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢.

𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵-𝘚𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬,𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸.

♥︎ 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫

He never particularly thought about it before, but now that you tell him, he sees it too. Not that he'd admit. He liked teasing you about how small your hand was compared to his, but that wasn't the extent of his teasing. After all, he was very well endowed. And he secretly found some sadistic pleasure in watching you struggle to take it. The way you'd become a pathetic, whimpering mess beneath him, tears staining that pretty face.

Gripping your legs, spreading them apart while you're writhing under him, nails raking over the tattoo on his arm, he can't help but notice the way his dick lines longer and bigger than your pussy as he presses the tip against your chubby folds, comparing his cock to your tummy. "Look at you pretty, so small." he said, fascinated. "It's..mh..it's so big." you whined when he pushed deeper into your velvety walls, you were struggling to take each and every veiny inch. "Damn right, it's big, liebe." he said cockily, his mind hazy and the veins of his dick twitching when you'd call him big. "M-..Micha. It-..it won't..fit." That caused him to open an eye, a cruel smirk adorning his visage as he whispered, "I'll make it fit, ja?", he held you steadily, shoving his inches into you as you cried out, a mix of pleasure and slight pain, nails digging into his flesh, but he doesn't mind. He had your eyes rolling so far into their sockets that you were discovering new galaxies on the way. He drilled into you so deep, you were sure your sputtered moans could be heard in the whole house. "Look at this little greedy pussy, suckin' me in so eagerly. I'm gonna fuck her so good."

He squeezed your nipples, pinching them as if to keep you awake. You could feel your walls clenching around him, he never failed to make a comment on how big his cock was compared to your pussy. And he realised, well, he did infact have a size kink. Now you knew it too. But no way in hell, would he, the Michael Kaiser would ever admit to having something so ludicrous. But he just loved shoving his length down that cunt just so he could hear your loud gasps, his the veins on his dick twitching at the feeling of your slick walls, the feeling of your nails raking over his skin while he gropes your breasts roughly. He'd wake up to find new tattoos on his back, all red and fine streaks. Tease him about it later to see just how quickly he flips the tables on you, calling you filthy for even thinking of it.

♥︎ 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧

He himself never knew he had a size kink. He was way too busy to think of lukewarm people stuff. You had mentioned it once or twice, seeing his mannerisms, and he'd blatantly deny it every time. But lately, he'd been involuntarily noticing how small you are compared to him. He can't help but eye the way his hoodie hangs so large and loose over you, and the sight's got him thinking some interesting stuff. But poor boy would soon prove himself wrong.

He's got you under him on the bed. Propped up on his palm as he spreads your legs mindlessly, he can't help but notice, His dick really is kinda big for your pussy. "Fuck..look at that little pussy." Not that he minds. Yes, he'll give you all the preps needed for you to accommodate his size. He pushes in, slow, stretching you out for good, his eyes already rolling back when you struggle to take more than his tip, a string of strangled moans leaving your lips. But he won't be pulling out anytime soon. "You'll take me, right? All of it." And he just sounds so breathless saying it, plunging deeper, forcing you to take him, inch by inch, bottoming out, letting you adjust. "G-..gosh..Rin! C..can't!" you can't help but whimper out, after all, he is stretching you out so much. He just gets harder hearing you tell him that his cock is too big for you. "Oh yeah? Is my dick that big, huh?" he'd whisper in your ear shamelessly. "You shouldn't be complaining. You're already takin' it, babe." He thrusts, his movements rough and paced. He revels in the sounds you make, and he just can't tear those teal eyes away from your pretty little cunt stretching and struggling to take his length. And that's when it strikes him, you were right. He does have a size kink. Not that he'd ever admit how much he loves seeing his dick disappear inside you, how your face twists in pleasure whenever he pushes in all of his length. He thinks it's valid, after all, his dick might be too big for your little pussy. And your suspicions are confirmed, Itoshi Rin has a size kink. Confront him about it later and he'd be a blushing, protesting mess.

♥︎ 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

Yes. This man has thought about it before. He does have a size kink, and a slight breeding kink to add to it, as if that makes it better. He wants little copies of you and him running around the house. And he knows he's big, he just wants to hear you say it. Though yes, he won't outright admit how nasty he really is.

It starts off simple enough. He's got you under himself as usual after a match, a pillow tucked under your back as you arch it, something he definitely read somewhere because of course, he does and searches up questionable things when he's not solving an infinite pieces jigsaw puzzle in his head about soccer. His blue eyes just rake over your form, how he can pin you down so easily with his hips, how he can easily trap both of your wrists with a single hand of his, how his cock lines up thicker and bigger than your entrance. "What's wrong, love? Too big?" It's his guilty pleasure that he loves absolutely demolishing your pretty little cunt with that big dick of his, while mumbling the most filthy things known to mankind. He's slamming hard, groaning, grunting gruffly all while slurring. "Look at you, taking my cock like the little slut you are." He whispers in your ear, he just can't help it, he gets that tone and that filthy vocabulary on autopilot when he's trying to prove a point, or rather, make one, be it a football field or your damn bed. "I-Isagii...sh-shut up." you can't help but whine, breathlessly, your eyes rolling back as he rams into you, his other hand squeezing your breast. "Mm, 'm sorry pretty, but I'm not lying." soooo fucking cocky with it, like he's purposely trying to break you both physically and mentally with these thrusts and those words. He knows he's kinky, he doesn't need to realise it. He is a little sadistic, he does not care at the moment whether if it hurts or not. He is just reveling in the feeling of being sucked in so sloppily. He pinches your nipples with one hand, lifting your hips up, even above the pillow just so he can hit deeper, make you cry louder. He goes back to being a sweetheart soon enough. Confront him after this and he'll gaslight you like the little fucker he is.

♥︎ 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢

This mf is feral. He does not give two shits about anything. He knows he has the nastiest, most violent size kink, to top it off, a breeding kink too, because nothin's really better than cumming inside his pretty thing. And he doesn't even deny it. He's so outright and vocal about his kinks, very blatantly expressing just how much he enjoys being a fucking brute to your smaller form.

With Shidou, it never starts simple. He'll purposely egg you on to the point you get so hazy and clouded, typical and dying for his dick. He teases you a lot, rubbing the tip of his cock over your clit, over your entrance just until he feels those nails clinging to his shoulders like a lifeline, "Ryuu...come on..ugh.", And he can't help it at that. He lets out a low chuckle, a fairly amused one as he silences you with a finger. "Y'know, you're complaining a lot tonight." His mouth latches onto your nipple, his tongue circling the hardened peak before he pulls back with that deviant grin, "Maybe I should give you a better reason to complain." As he finally pushes in, ramming into you all at once. He looooves when you whine, when tears prick your eyes. He's a little mean about it. He goes feral when you tell him how big he is. He knows how big he is. And he loves when his pretty thing struggles to take him in. "Come on, you can do better than that, right? Look how she's sucking me in. It fits." Horny asf, filthy, devilish, and whatever synonymous adjectives exist, are not yet on par with this man. He gets you in an achingly good mating press, throwing your legs over his shoulder while he plunges deeper, his one hand holding your thigh, and the other holding the bed frame for support, dunno if it's to support him, or the bed. His mouth finds its way back to your breasts, leaving bite marks and hickeys everywhere while he's making some infuriating comments about how your stomach protrudes up when he goes in deeper, how his cock is literally and figuratively too big for your weeping cunt. "She ain't ever been fucked this good, ngh. Come on, you'll give me little ones, right?". He's fascinated by the idea of having mini Shidous' or..ankle biters as he'd say, so he won't really cum a single drop outside of you! He doesn't care if you accuse him of having said kinks, he'd literally sit and elaborate why he does.

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 ♡

Reblogs would be highly appreciated! ♥︎

[yandere-wishes]

Bleeding flower petals

Yandere! Damian Wayne x Posion! Reader

I've started reading the Vegetarian by Han Kang whilst also reading the Posion Ivy solo series... So this monstrosity is the brain child of that...

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The youngest bat is the scariest. The black-haired menace that blends so seamlessly into the night. He stalks you like prey, like horticulturists stalk weeds. He attacks so impatiently ready to cut you down. And yet sometimes, just sometimes, you swear you see a glimpse of fascination sparkle through his eyes. Like a question, he's too afraid to ask.

But is the inquiry aimed at you?

Or himself?

You are not human, your mother reminds you of that. Whispers softly into your hair making flowers sprout from your scalp, blooming between hairs. You are not human, and your kind does not fear the creatures of the night. Neither bats nor birds may spark fear within your green hearts.

But then why does your body quiver when the Boy-Wonder lands too close?

Why do your lips long to scream and your legs wish to scramble when he touches your skin?

Your mother serves roasted quail with toasted tarantulas and a side of bone marrow butter with seared foie salad.

Instead, all you see is Robin sitting passively on your plate. You feel him staring at you, hear him scream when you chew on the leg meat. You slip the flesh between your teeth, the chewing sounds far too gruesome, the scent suffocating. You try to swallow instead of gag. The bird's meat falls down your throat. You can feel his grappling hook sink into your throat, he's climbing back up. He's going to hurt you again. You try to drown him down the more meat, chewed into mush.

Stay down, Stay down you beg.

There's blood in your throat, thick and sordid like swallowing the sun raw. It leaks into your lungs drip by drip. Suffocating you from within. You cough, your body shakes, chest convulsing, harder and harder trying to spill out the blood. You choke down a pitcher of water. Still, he's inside you. Feel him rattling the bones of your ribcage demanding to be freed.

You apologize under your breath.

He pulls at your thorns, shoves them into the pockets of his uniform. You hate the way he makes you bleed the way his tongue laps at the wounds and smears them across your skin. Aren't Robins meant to be pollinators? Sure they aren't as devoted to the craft as bees and butterflies. But you'd prefer the clumsy job to the way he mauls you.

Maybe this is his way of pollinating you, ludicrous thought that it may be. Maybe he has a reason for all the parts of you that he steals.

Is this what a kiss feels like? It's like being overwatered, your roots drowning in a good deed. His lips are soft like flowerbeds, his fingers digging into your flesh. Damian pushes you off the building edge, you hear your mother scream as you fall. Locked between his arms. Your body lands in something soft, petals tickling your bruised flesh. Still, Robin refuses to let you go. Still, his lips melt into yours.

You hear your mother's voice, but she is too far away. The little bird has snatched you away. You lay helpless within his beak. You hear him mutter sweet words into your hair, but his words can't make flowers bloom. No matter how many times he repats

"I love you"

[arthur-lesters-right-arm]

I think the concept of John getting his own body is so fascinating for -obviously many reasons- but two of them that I really like go hand in hand.

1. John and Arthur have become so ludicrously codependent on each other and John only knows how to function independently as the King, (which we know he loathes) so if they were to be physically separated, they would fight anyone and everything to stay together

2. I know that the full on I Hate You The Girls are Fighting Divorce arcs are pretty much done but they would still be prone to fighting -as any person is- and Arthur, still being socialized like a typical person, would most likely storm off/move to another room/ whatever variation of removing himself from the situation and leaving after an argument for privacy. But John has only been humanely socialized to deal with anger at someone else by directing it at someone else till the bitter end or till the fight is through/ cut off. And I think removing the other party from the fight would be so fascinating to see because he'd have to deal with anger in a solitary way. He doesn't know how to blow off steam or distract himself or try to calm himself down or any of the typical things one would do. This is not at all to discredit the humanity and compassion he's learned over all this time but that is to say he has still only learned under very certain circumstances and quite frankly bizarre conditions. I just think it would be interesting to see because the only time we really see him deal with emotions on his own is when Arthur is dead - and typically he's dealing with sadness and frustration and not direct anger towards another party. Interesting things to think about.

[drarry-soulmates]

Thoughts on drarry

I didn’t like Draco before reading the books. In the movies, they just portrayed him as a bully so I didn’t care for him. In the books he def hits different. :‘V

I mean, he’s still a “bully” in the sense that he messes with Harry, but he’s not actually bullying Harry. He picks on Harry, in the same way you’d mess with your crush, and Harry can more than hold his own. Harry even scares him:

“Missing your half-breed pal?” he kept whispering to Harry whenever there was a teacher around, so that he was safe from Harry’s retaliation.

So… he was scared but so gay, he couldn’t resist becos this is literally the only way he could keep Harry in his life. x’D Imagine being afraid of your crush’s wrath but you just.. can’t help it lol >///<

And literally picking on Harry is the only way he can continue to talk to Harry because after the rejected handshake (and being in different Houses), Draco is too prideful to grovel for friendship. Harry basically condemned their relationship to schoolyard 'enemies’ who will risk their lives again and again for each other. Who’s mutual obsession becomes so obvious that everyone just knows that they look out for each other, despite outwardly acting like they hate each other. When other characters can see it, you know it’s real.

Despite being schoolyard 'enemies’, Harry absolutely falls for Draco so hard. Harry can’t ever stop staring at Draco no matter what Draco is doing (whether he’s acting suspiciously or just eating his lunch), and Draco likewise cannot stop watching him. Draco can’t stop talking about Harry either, in the same way when you have a crush, you can’t stop talking about that person. When i have a crush, i am talking about them literally nonstop. Every little thing your crush does is absolutely fascinating. That is Draco with Harry. Draco’s dad had to tell him to shut up about Harry LMAO. Draco not realizing how obvious he is being:

“… everyone thinks he’s so smart, wonderful Potter with his scar and his broomstick — ”

“You have told me this at least a dozen times already,” said Mr. Malfoy, with a quelling look at his son.

Like, bruh, just pls STFU XD it’s no wonder Voldemort became suspicious of his feelings for Harry:

"He did not come and join me, like the rest of the Slytherins. Perhaps he has decided to befriend Harry Potter?”

lmaoo.

And of course how Narcissa just assumed that Harry, a kid who she must’ve known wasn’t exactly friends with her son (them being on opposite sides of the war) would know or care to take notes about the whereabouts of her son in the middle of a goddamn war:

“Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?”

The whisper was barely audible; her lips were an inch from his ear, her head bent so low that her long hair shielded his face from the onlookers.

“Yes,” he breathed back.

And of course she was right. Harry did know. In fact, both of them had just finished saving each others’ lives.

Yep.

Harry saved the life of a Death Eater. In the middle of the war. Against Voldemort.

At a time when the less Death Eaters there were, the better. Even Ron had thought Harry was being ludicrous for going back in the fiendfyre that Draco’s friend started in an attempt to kill them:

“It’s — too — dangerous — !” Ron yelled, but Harry wheeled in the air. “IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I’LL KILL YOU, HARRY!” roared Ron’s voice.

Harry risked his FRIENDS’ LIVES.

For Draco.

Draco, who had at this point, openly admitted to being a Death Eater. Draco, his supposed sworn enemy in school and outside of it.

Harry could care less about Goyle or Blaise, he was all about saving Draco. Harry didn’t even notice that Crabbe was long gone at this point LOL.

And right before the fire, Draco did the same for him. After Draco confronted Harry instead of surprise attacking him (knowing full well that Harry is too formidable in an open confrontation), Draco refused to let his friends hurt him as Crabbe was about to unleash a non-killing hex:

STOP!” Malfoy shouted at Crabbe, his voice echoing through the enormous room. “The Dark Lord wants him alive —” “So? I’m not killing him, am I?”

And then: “Don’t kill him! DON’T KILL HIM!” Malfoy yelled…

Draco NEVER yells. Ever. He is always so calm and collected (when he’s not obsessing over Harry). So this is honestly incredible to me that he is yelling….. He is straight-up panicking because his friends might hurt Harry.

And then of course in Malfoy Manor, even at great risk to himself and his family, he doesn’t reveal Harry’s identity. When asked if Harry was in fact Harry Potter:

“I don’t know,” he said…

Although he has no problem giving away Hermione or Ron’s identity.

Look, Draco, isn’t it the Granger girl?” “I … maybe … yeah.” “But then, that’s the Weasley boy!” shouted Lucius, striding around the bound prisoners to face Ron. “It’s them, Potter’s friends — Draco, look at him, isn’t it Arthur Weasley’s son, what’s his name — ?” “Yeah,” said Draco again, his back to the prisoners. “It could be.”

Draco had never been just another Death Eater to Harry. Draco was someone Harry had grown to fall slowly in love with over the years, despite their animosity. And Draco, for his sake, had fallen so hard for Harry, THE sworn enemy of Voldemort.

In the books, he and Harry are obviously hopelessly in love with each other. Countless passages showcase their obsession, including Harry’s constant thinking about Draco’s looks, like his eyes or his hair, or his smirks (Draco’s version of winking). Harry doesn’t think about anyone’s eyes as often as he does Draco’s (Ginny’s eyes we only know are brown.. What shade? idk, DRACO’S EYES HOWEVER). He knows Draco so well, which is shocking because they’re not even friends or in the same House. He knows Draco better than he knows all of his actual friends, except for Ron & Hermione.

He can read Draco so well, even though Draco is a pro at Occlumency because he had learned from a young age to shut down his emotions and present a cold, strong exterior. This again, goes back to his pridefulness due to his rough upbringing under Lucius. But Harry can see through that. And Harry is likely one of the very few that can. (On a side note, Tom Felton said that if Draco had been raised by Hagrid, he would’ve turned out much differently, even been perhaps a hugger. lol.)

Draco’s obsession, then, is even more incredible when you consider that he is actually really good at hiding how he feels. But with Harry, he just cannot for the life of him, hide it. You can’t help who you love, after all. Despite Draco’s obsession being more obvious because he’s just so damn aggressive with it, Harry’s tiny, shy expressions are utterly endearing…. like that time Draco was in the middle of an OWL exam and Harry merely *walked into the room*:

Harry distinctly saw Malfoy throw a scathing look over at him; the wine glass Malfoy had been levitating fell to the floor and smashed. Harry could not suppress a grin.

How adorable is that?!?!?! (from BOTH of them!!!! you’re really telling me that Draco went from getting an O to an E grade in his Levitation portion of the exam just becos of Harry lol. and Harry’s tiny little shy smiles aweee) *squeals* and what’s more:

Malfoy elbowed past Hermione to block Harry’s way up the stone steps to the castle, his face gleeful and his pale eyes glinting maliciously.

“Shove off, Malfoy,” said Ron, whose jaw was clenched.

Harry just stayed quiet. How gay is this scene? Like, a guy who’s blocking your path is a total romance movie trope LOL. I’m just imagining Harry standing there blushing. >///< Ron is often a cockblock, ngl (more on that in my analysis of DH). Harry’s personality in the books is pretty outgoing, and he most definitely has a temper too, towards others. But when it comes to Draco, it’s Ron that gets overly aggressive, even when Draco isn’t messing with Ron. In fact, often when anyone talks badly about Draco, Harry doesn’t. He does talk non-stop shit about Umbridge, Snape, or Rita Skeeter, but not Draco lol……. He hates Snape too, and often compares Snape and Draco, as he thinks about how he hates Snape far more than Draco lol.

Snape had emerged from the staircase leading down to his office, and at the sight of him Harry felt a great rush of hatred beyond anything he felt toward Malfoy…

Even though Draco messes with him far more than Snape does. He loves the attention he gets from Draco, so much so that once Draco has his own shit to deal with in HBP and stops messing with him as much, Harry takes to literally *STALKING* him with a magical map all around the school………….

Despite his determination to catch Malfoy out, Harry had no luck at all over the next couple of weeks. Although he consulted the map as often as he could, sometimes making unnecessary visits to the bathroom between lessons to search it, he did not once see Malfoy anywhere suspicious.

Lmao. Remember, at this point, he still had no concrete evidence Draco was doing anything sus. None of his closest friends who had both been witnesses to Draco’s supposedly sus activities agreed it was anything worth worrying over. But nope, Harry can’t drop it. It’s to the point where even Arthur Weasley knows about his crush……

“I think you missed something,” said Harry stubbornly.

‘Well, maybe,’ said Mr Weasley, but Harry could tell that Mr Weasley was humouring him.

lmaooooo. Arthur’s reaction to his baseless accusations towards Draco was hilarious. x’D It’s truly fascinating how the adults around them just know. Both Draco’s parents and Voldemort, just as Arthur knows for Harry.

The story of Harry and Draco is an accidental horribly tragic love story for both repressed gay boys who are too afraid to actually admit how they feel. :( Their untold love is truly the epic forbidden love story of the entire goddamn series. It had the best most perfect build-up and chemistry, and JKR just like, totally overlooked that due to her irrational dislike of Draco Malfoy for some reason. 😮‍💨

Welp, that’s it for now. I’m in the middle of getting through HBP with my notes. I’ll make a new post once I finish taking the rest of my drarry notes with the series. I still had a ton more to say about DH but i’ll leave it for once I’m actually finished with the DH notes.

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #58 Part 1

His parents studied ghosts. Danny didn’t understand as a kid why everyone made fun of his parents. Now that he was 12, the thought was ludicrous and yet his parents continued their work on the portal. Danny had his sister Jazz though and the siblings were rather close. 

Jazz had spent a lot of time studying lately stating that she wanted to get into a good college. Danny understood he did, but being alone sucked and he couldn’t help it as he sighed kicking a pebble down the sidewalk. 

It was a nice hot summer day, the kind of day you’d want to spend at the beach or a pool. Danny however had other ideas. He was on the way to the local library. If Jazz was going to spend her summer studying for the ACTs then Danny was going to study what he wanted, Space. He quickly found a few books and got settled into a chair as he read. Space really was fascinating, he hoped one day his dream of becoming an astronaut would come true. 

An hour or so passed before Danny was interrupted, “what are you reading?” The voice started Danny out of his trance as he looked up at his interrupter. A boy about the same age as Danny with the same black hair and blue eyes that Danny had. His skin was more tan than Danny’s own pale white. 

Danny fidgeted in his seat for a moment before answering, “Astronomy: guide to the stars” Sure, Danny knew the text was college level but he already read all the ones for high and middle school. 

Damian seemed to hum thoughtfully with a hand on his chin before speaking again, “the book you're reading seems advanced, you seem smarter than your age would dictate. Father has requested that I visit the library and try to ‘make a friend or two’ in his words. I don’t see the need for companionship but if I must I’d rather it be with someone intelligent. My name is Damian.” It was a bit much but Danny guessed from what Damian said that he was complementing Danny. 

“Uh, Danny… I guess most of the people in my family are pretty smart.” He replied after a moment. 

Danny thought it was odd that someone wanted to be friends with him. Everyone at the public elementary school he went to knew who his parents were so they wanted nothing to do with him. It was lonely but Danny didn’t mind it too much, but Damian didn’t act like he knew Danny’s Parents. The thought of having a friend that didn’t judge him for who his parents were made Danny a little excited. 

“What occupation do your parents have?” It was a simple question with a not so simple answer. 

Oh, Danny’s heart stuttered a little bit at the thought of Damian knowing anything about. He didn’t want to lie, especially to his new friend but he didn’t want to tell him the truth. 

“Uh, they’re scientists but I don’t really know what they do…” Danny said carefully and slowly. He was sure Damian bought it. 

The two spent the next couple hours just talking in the library. It had started to get late and Damian needed to head back home. 

“Do you own your own phone?” Damian asked, it wasn’t uncommon, for most kids in his class had a cheap hand me down phone for emergencies. Danny unfortunately didn’t as his parents probably didn’t care where he was.

Danny shrugged, “not really, I could borrow my sisters but it really only gets used for emergencies.” 

Damian seemed to frown at this thinking for a moment before nodding as if he came to a conclusion, “my brother Todd has mentioned that it’s hard for low income houses to afford something I’d consider a necessity in this city. You do know how high the crime rate is, yes?” Danny nodded but he didn’t know what that had to do with having a phone Damian cleared his throat before continuing, “as you are now my friend I’d like to offer to purchase one for you.”

Danny hadn’t owned anything like a phone before, “a-are you sure? I don’t really need one, my parents don’t really… care?” He felt uncomfortable with his new friend spending money on him, Damian seemed like an important person especially with the clothes he wore and how he carried himself. Danny felt like he’d be taking advantage of his new friend if he bought Danny a phone. Danny closed the book he was holding and took a breath before speaking again, “I appreciate the offer but I wouldn’t have anything to offer you in return.” He let his gaze fall to the cover of the book, a swirling galaxy on a black background and bold yellow text. 

“I would not have offered it if I wasn’t sure.” Damian stated firmly causing Danny’s head to snap back up, “I do not need anything in return, however if you really intend to pay me back, Father has insisted that I bring a friend home sometime. Since we have established that we are friends I insist that you come visit every so often to, as Richard puts it ‘get him off my back’.” It sounded like a simple request but Danny was unsure. If Damian was someone important then his family was bound to be even more important. 

He took a moment to think about it, but Jazz would be happy Danny finally made a friend…

“Alright, I accept,” Danny said as they shook hands. It might have been a little childish but he could tell he made some sort of bond with Damian. 

After that they had quickly become friends. Once Danny had become accustomed to being in the Wayne house he basically became family, and was often visiting, especially to eat Mr. Pennyworths cooking. Mr. Wayne also seemed fond of Danny, he even offered to pay for Danny to go to Gotham Academy along with Damian. Danny had been hesitant at first but Damian quickly wore him down. Tim eventually wormed his way into the group as he and Danny bonded over the latest video game releases. Soon Jazz got roped into the group too as she started to visit the manor to get away from how noisy the lab got. 

A couple years had passed since the day that started the road to their friendship and the four of them had really bonded since then. Unfortunately their parents had finished the portal and its here where things go downhill for Danny.

In the next one Danny dies and all 4 of them are deeply traumatized.

Damian saw his dad doing research on the Fenton family, Bruce is just looking out for potential rouges and Damian took the opportunity to become friends with Danny. He figured that he could just bribe Danny into being his friend like all the kids at his school try but Danny is a lil cinnamon roll. Taken aback from how sweet Danny is Damian decided that Danny really was smart and worth being a friend. Tim has the same thoughts especially as Danny starts visiting the mansion more. Jazz loved that Danny had a spot to go where people seemed to actually care about him and she eventually gets dragged into the group. You can only drop off your brother at the Wayne’s so often before you get dragged into the group as well and I thought Tim and Jazz can be the same age and can bond over being older siblings.

[empty-movement]

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Hey! Vanna here. I'm going to get to the point. There have been a rash of sales of Utena production materials that have gone for ludicrous sums, and I have won none of them. This sucks, because at this point, this is stuff I'd be scanning for Something Eternal, sure, but also, for the fucking Internet Archive. When I ask for help, it's because I want to contribute to the Utena museum, which I try to share as freely as possible. Y'all know the drill.

....But I'm gonna be fucking selfish here. Help me. I fucking need these. You need to remember.....

Akio is my favorite character.

My personal g-mail STILL HAS HIS FULL NAME IN IT. Forgive me this sin, and for a moment, consider...

I have this one cel. I cherish it for many reasons. It's a calm before a storm. It's his last little pretense of being a gentleman. And then he gets shoved the fuck off, in the face, full offense, in one of the most satisfying moments in the show, and I mean this as an Akio fan.

I mean, I like the character, I'm fascinated with him, etc....but no one else in the world is going to appreciate ownership of the fucking production materials of him getting shoved in the face like I will I KNOW YOU KNOW THAT ;_;

Just fuckin' help me, idk, there's Patreon, there's PayPal (emptymovement), there's the drop ship merch (I make very little off these tho tbh they're just kinda neat things I've made), there's sending me cursed pirate gold literally whatever I fucking need these so much, and that's not even to speak of the literal fucking series icon moments in this lot that I do, seriously, believe belong in a museum and would at least digitize them that way and make considerations for where they'd be safest long term

I'm so serious this is fucking history and I trust myself to ensure its survival better than whoever else is gonna bid just hekofeygfwefgqlufgew kufgwed

[eeriedragone]

hiiiii idk if you've talked about this already but do you think you could explain your bellesco omina bona au more? I find it really interesting!!

Hello!!! I'm so happy for this ask, I have so many little ideas! Sorry for the wait, you gave me free reign to yap about it and it kinda froze me in place o.o

So, in the Omina Bona universe, Bellini and Tedesco would be the angel and demon that are assigned to watch over Earth (and that's where their similarities with Crowley and Aziraphale end I'd say).

Bellini volunteered for the job, while Tedesco keeps trying to shirk off the job to someone else but keeps getting reassigned. Bellini is too moderate for the anarchist demons, and Tedesco is too extremist for the centrist angels, but they still agree more with their own faction than eachother.

The fight between angels and demons to decide how to influence humans is basically the biggest custody fight between a lax parent and a strict one. Neither truly cares about the child, and the child (Humanity) is getting traumatized.

Bellini's animal form is that of a coot, a waterborne bird (because when he fell he plunged into the water..?) with black plumage, a white beak and funky feet. Bellini is deeply fascinated by humans, and kinda secretely wishes he could be one, because he's gotten attached to many people over the millenia and seen many age and die while he had to keep going.

Tedesco is a pigeon, with grey and iridescent plumage, although he always insists that he's a dove (bc he's selfconscious). No one really knows why he's still an angel, since he hates humans even more than most demons, and he's not shy about it. His shameless honesty is considered... distasteful, which is why he keeps getting reassigned to "Earth-babysitting duty", as he calls it (out of sight Heaven, out of mind).

Bellini and Tedesco have been killing eachother for millenia, and a strange "enemyship" has developed between them: to make each fight a bit more interesting, they've started making bets, with stakes like "if I win you stay out of Asia for the next hundred years".

Their most recent bet is the most ludicrous, as instead of directly slaying eachother, the winner will be the first that manages to become Pope (with no miracles/curses to cheat their way to the top!). After a few decades of career-climbing, they're almost there, and their longest-running bet is about to end- omg is that Vincent Benitez with a steel chair???

I'll leave it at that for now, but feel free to ask more, I'll try to reply faster haha

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom

Impossible To Get Rid Of

Sherlock has always loved animals. Dogs and bees in particular. Mycroft did not share his little brother’s fascination with the creatures. He liked to be superior and moving people around like pawns on a chessboard. Besides, he was allergic to dogs, bee stings, cats, and sentimentality. The latter diagnosis was set by Sherlock.

Even when Mycroft left his childhood home for university, way earlier than his peers, Sherlock couldn’t persuade their parents to buy a dog.

“Myc comes home during the holidays, darling,” their mother said. “I won’t have him all puffy and sneezing when he visits.”

So, Sherlock played with the neighbour’s dog, Redbeard instead. He followed the boy everywhere. They were best friends. 

***

He eventually moved out to attend uni at Cambridge, and for decades he only encountered dogs that were walked by their owners in the streets or the parks. After Redbeard’s death, Sherlock felt an emptiness in his heart, and whenever he got a glimpse of red fur, he winced.

When he moved to London and Baker Street, he realised that the dream of getting a dog was further away than ever. It would be cruel to leave an animal in the flat for hours on end when he ran around catching criminals, never knowing when he would get home. Sometimes, it took days before he returned to 221B.

***

John was by many called Sherlock’s pet, his loyal dog. They both bristled at that ludicrous assumption.

“People are idiots. None of them know you for real, not to mention what you mean to me, John” Sherlock reassured his beloved blogger when he got in a strop.

“I know, love. It’s just so presumptuous, and undignified. As if all I’m good for is – “

Sherlock stopped John’s tirade by cradling his face in his hands, kissed him deeply, and by doing so explicitly saying:

You are my everything. My conductor of light. My best friend. My lover. My soulmate. My John.

***

“You are like a weed; impossible to get rid of,” Sherlock murmured good-naturedly.

The Irish setter, Reginald, John called him Reggie, looked up at him with dark brown eyes, and wiggled his tail happily.

Sherlock had never told John that Reginald was Mycroft’s middle name. If his brother had still been alive, he would’ve scoffed at the well-established abbreviation of his name.

“Stay, Reginald. I don’t want a bee to sting your nose. Besides, you will make me trip when you walk between my feet. We both know how John will react to that, don’t we,” Sherlock said sternly.

He walked towards the beehives and made sure that the dog stayed as commanded.

A bark was the dog’s response.

“Good boy,” Sherlock praised when he returned, and scratched him behind his ears.

***

“Should I be jealous?” John asked when they sat on the sofa after dinner.

“Beg pardon,” Sherlock said and looked bemused at his husband.

“Me. Jealous. Of him,” John clarified and pointed at the bundle of mahogany coat at Sherlock’s feet. “You don’t need slippers or woollen socks as long as you’re sitting here. He’s more resistant than the weed I filled the wheelbarrow with today.”

“John,” Sherlock hummed in that way of his. “I married you and not the dog.”

“Fair point, I guess,” John grumbled, still not entirely appeased.

“I rather like it when you’re jealous, you know,” Sherlock said, lowering his voice an octave. “It makes the sex far more…dedicated than normal.”

“Are you saying I’m not dedicated on a regular basis?” John teased.

“I wouldn’t dare. In fact, you are fanatically devoted to me in every possible way; just how I prefer it.”

John’s laughter was still addictive, just as it had been all those years ago. 

Sherlock stood, reached out his hands to John, and pulled him in for a tight embrace. 

“Reginald,” he warned, when the dog started to whine. 

The dog looked over at John for support.

“Go find your bed, Reggie,” John said firmly, but not unkindly. “You can’t follow him everywhere. Sleep tight. I’ll give him back to you tomorrow.”

Reginald gave a deep sigh, tried again to get some scraps of sympathy. When none was forthcoming, he padded over to his comfortable bed by the fireplace and curled up with his stuffed bee between his paws.

“He’s such a baby,” John whispered fondly.

Sherlock hummed in agreement and led the way to the bedroom, his heart full of anticipation. John’s jealousy was still discernible…

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[glitter-stained]

I keep seeing posts about how Jason should have chara development that makes sense regarding his morals and stop killing because of that rather than because Bruce told him to stop and like - it's not like I disagree. Of course, that would be great. Of course I want him to be written his age by writers that like him and have development that makes sense and work with Bruce and Dick and evolve on his own as a person.

But the thing is.

A few weeks ago I saw a critique of His Dark Materials that was so absurdly daft it made me want to peel my skin off. For context, His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman is a children/young adult book set in fantasy worlds that doubles as a retelling of Paradise Lost in which Lucifer wins, and criticism of christianism is preponderant in it. (This will spoil a good part of book 1 of HDM btw). I'm far from a HDM fan, I saw a few episodes of the adaptation and read it once when I was ten and thought the characters and world was fun but the rhythm in the 2nd and 3rd books was off and I didn't like the ending, so like it was fun but I definitely not a re-read for me. But the point is, this critique clearly had a degree in not getting the fucking point, because his arguments against the books clearly stemmed from an inability to shift his viewpoint out of the christian framework (I promise this is still a Jason post). One of his most ludicrous argument was the lack of character depth in HDM. This is particularly silly because one of the main characters, Mrs Coulters, is one of the most interesting complex characters I've ever seen in fiction. Now Mrs Coulters is interesting because she is a bad guy. Like, tortures and kills children level of bad guy. She doesn't magically grow to sacrifice herself in the name of martyrdom to repent for her sins or something silly like that; but still, she sometimes does very good, helpful things for the characters, because the tension between her character is between her ambition (and her faith though that's more questionable) and her motherhood, as she truly loves and cares for her daughter, one of the protagonists, and wants a better, safer world for her. Now the critique claimed that there was no character depth because there was no concept of sin and no redemption arcs in the books- but those are utterly Christian concepts, so of course they wouldn't be endorsed by a book that challenges their validity. Just because Mrs Coulters doesn't have a redemption arc doesn't mean she isn't deep; and the fact that she does good things not out of morality but out of love is what makes her a fascinating character.

So, thinking about that asinine critique, I was suddenly struck with the realization that Jason is somehow similar to Mrs Coulters in that he is a very loving person who tends to put his personal connexions above everything else (of course, he doesn't experiment on and torture children, that's not what I'm saying). My point is, I don't think why we shouldn't have a Jason who evolves not moved by his morals (though he has them and they matter) but by his love. The point of Death in the Family is Jason wanted to be loved and have a family and trying to shield Sheila's body with his and telling her he loved her. The point of UTRH is Jason doing horrible things in the most theatrical, strategically planned mental breakdown as begging for proof of love because he can't reconcile being loved in a different way that he loves and because he can't understand someone putting their moral code over love. And as much as RHATO #25 fills me up with dread, I have to say I love Jason's behaviour in that final stint. "I am my father's son" holy shit what a line. Jason is Willis' son and because of his filial love, his loyalty demands he avenges him. Jason is Bruce's son and because of his filial love, his loyalty demands that he does not kill. Jason almost murders Willis' murderer with a blank bullet and then when Bruce beats hims halfway to death he doesn't defend himself, doesn't fight back (like, one punch but come on, we've seen him fight, he just gives up). That right there? Hate to say it with how questionable RHATO's Jason is in general, but that's peak characterization. The conflict is entirely about Jason's conception of love, family and worldview, and it's deep and interesting and has nothing to do with morality. I want Jason storylines that explore that. I want Jason to work with the batfam in stories that make sense, I want the writers to acknowledge him as a victim and trauma survivor and allow him to grow from there instead of demonizing his mental illness, I want him to stop killing out of love and I want him to allow himself to love in healthier ways and for the width of his love to spread exponentially and for that to affect his behaviour and worldview.

And that's not just because I like Mrs Coulters and dislike the idea of holier than though moral characters! The christic symbolism Jason is crystal clear (especially in Lost Days), but it's not just about Jason: Talia is associated with Mary (which makes sleeping with him that much more obviously incestuous and horrible and ooc), Joker is the Devil and Bruce, of course, is God (which begs such interesting questions about the Holy Spirit - Robin maybe? To explore at a later date). Now, everybody's experience with Christianity differs wildly, but the way I learnt it growing up in catholic culture was basically God being an Authority of Judgement and Law, strict and all about morality; while Jesus is about love, unconditional love, even and especially the sinners and the damned (and as for the devil Lucifer is a fallen angel who fell after losing to God, and Satan is the demonic incarnation of temptation ain't that interesting). So I would argue that by having Jason kill or not kill out of love for his family, Jason is already his own character with autonomous thought process, independent morals and original interesting values that are a breath of fresh air in the world of superhero which is all about moral codes. Additionally, I think it's interesting and full of potential (and hope) that that very thing is why Jason and Bruce are held in opposition so often when in christianism they are two sides of the same coin.

TLDR: Jason going through character development that doesn't involve an evolution of his moral code is a great idea and if executed properly should give us fascinating stories with one of the most interesting characters in the DC universe, I used to think he should get a sort of "redemption arc" after UTRH where he questions his moral code but now I feel like I'm stuck in the same Christian/superhero framework as the pedantic guy who didn't understand His Dark Materials and I refuse to agree with them about anything so now I'm a hardcore "love over morals" Jason girlie. Obviously I still think moral code development would be a good and interesting storyline and better than anything DC is giving us rn, but I think we could do even better without it.

(also Star Sapphire Jason ftw)

[ooooo-mcyt]

Don't get me wrong, I absolutely detest DDVAU!Scar's behaviour towards Grian and think that it's completely inexcusable but it certainly couldn't have helped his misconceptions that the first thing Grian does upon seeing him is growl

It's understandable from Grian's perspective: he thinks he's about to be arrested and have even more of his agency stripped away at the hands of a guy he really doesn't get on with

But from Scar's perspective it's more of a threat, and one that just confirms his prejudices about mutants being dangerous and his thoughts that Grian should now be treated as a threat

On one hand, I understand it but on the other I want to punch him in the face... That's how you know you've done a good job writing your morally grey character I guess

This is fascinating to me because you're absolutely correct but I never actually thought about Grian's behavior from this perspective (and it honestly infuriates me to think about but you're so right)

I mean, Grian's aggression toward Hot Guy is incredibly natural. He didn't really like Hot Guy or the Emerald Soldiers to begin with, Grian is already (for good reason) primed to resent and distrust cops (and it couldn't have helped that hot guy personally shot him recently). But even beyond his dislike and distrust of Hot Guy generally, Grian is also actively in a very vulnerable position here. Grian experienced a- frankly traumatic- attack and only just woke up in the hospital only to have a cop immediately burst into his room and fully isolate him.

This is a very afraid and vulnerable person, and I never read his responses here as anything other than that.

But for Scar, it's hostility. He's just come to talk to Grian, and immediately Grian is acting with hostility toward him. Scar may not have read Grian's hostility toward and distrust of cops so negatively in their previous interactions, but now Grian's a mutant. One who broke the law to lie about what he is. Scar's entire job is to deal with "fantastic" threats, and specifically mutant related threats. Whether or not Scar realizes the extent of it, he's primed to read and react to 'mutant hostility'.

It's very possible that a big part of the reason Scar could so easily resort to the tactics he did with Grian- the way he so easily justified it to himself- was because Grian is a "dangerous" mutant who broke the law and is now acting with "hostility" toward him. Because he could so easily categorize Grian as other and criminal and threatening, even if we can easily see that Grian is in an immensely vulnerable position here and is acting out of (rightful) fear of Hot Guy from the beginning.

Hot Guy's functionally trained to act dehumanizingly- to see mutants as a threat rather than people to be empathized with or protected- at the sight of anything he views as "mutant hostility". So as soon as he found out Grian was a mutant, and as soon as Grian showed signs of hostility toward him, Grian wasn't just a civilian or the victim of an attack, Grian was (ludicrously, unfairly, cruelly) a threat, and that probably made it a lot easier for Hot Guy to bring himself to treat Grian the way he did.

(*there's also probably a parallel to be drawn between this scene and the way tango was treated in chapter ten- how in both cases, the mutant characters were put in positions where they were vulnerable and where they were hurt, but had the burden of civility placed on them, because an expression of- rightful- anger from them would reinforce the idea that they're dangerous)

Thank you for this perspective, anon, because yeah.

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

“White people, your world makes me very sad”, says Indigenous Brazilian activist

Ehuana Yaira Yanomami is suffering. Her shoes hurt. But how can she walk shoeless on ground smothered by concrete? She’s in pain. Why don’t white people look each other in the eyes? Ehuana doesn’t understand this. Why are those people sleeping on the street? What do they eat? Why doesn’t anyone take care of them? When Ehuana enters the apartment, she is amazed—after all, she lives in a communal house, home to over 150 people, most of them women. “Why do all of you live locked up in your houses, like armadillos in their burrows?”

Ehuana arrived in Barcelona straight from the Amazon Rainforest, from Yanomami Indigenous Territory, between the states of Amazonas and Roraima. She never left her Forest-Home until she was sixteen, and not often since then. It took her seven flights to reach the capital of Catalonia. Ehuana is a dreamer of worlds who is stunned when she sets foot in Barcelona, one of Europe’s top tourist destinations. It is fascinating to discover ourselves through her eyes because her astonishment exposes our ludicrousness.

With her is Ana Maria Machado, an anthropologist, researcher, and translator of Yanomam, one of the six languages spoken by the Yanomami people. This isn’t a chance encounter for the two women; one wouldn’t be here without the other. Their story illustrates how worlds can meet—nonviolently, supportively, lovingly. They translate each other into their respective worlds, taking the other by the hand into what is unknown by one but not the other. It is illuminating to see them together, in a relationship impenetrable to anyone else.

They are here for the first public talk ever given by a Yanomami woman in Europe. It will be five months before Ehuana speaks publicly in Brazil for the first time in her life. Right now, it is late spring in Europe and the cold is bothering her—the cold weather, people’s coldness too. Ehuana is horrified by what she sees of our habits, but she also laughs at us a lot. According to her, we’re a sad lot as a civilization but also quite funny. She shares her observations with Ana Maria in Yanomam, and the two of them roar with laughter. Ehuana laughs as only children are capable of laughing in our world.

The two women are here for the first public interview in the series Rainforest is Female, curated by me during a three-month residency at the Centre de Cultura Contemporània de Barcelona (CCCB), one of Europe’s most powerful institutions, led mainly by women. The four interviews in the series will be published by SUMAÚMA starting this week, with the support of the CCCB.

Every interview begins with a statement by the interviewee in her own language, and this part is never interpreted. Instead, it is a warning to the audience that they must venture into a world they don’t understand, that they would never be able to fully grasp even if the words were perfectly translated. Based on this non-understanding, the audience must make an effort to move toward another experience in inhabiting the planet-house we share. Or rather, the planet-house protected by people like Ehuana’s—and that a non-Indigenous minority is destroying while the majority stand by.

I still don’t know what Ehuana said that night to an audience of 334 people. Only Ana Maria was able to understand. What was said is tucked away inside them, between them. But some people in attendance cried, because Ehuana’s whole body said so much beyond words.

In this interview, Ehuana takes an anthropological look at her own people—and at non-Indigenous people as well, contemplating us, consumers of commodities.

Continue reading.

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY CASSANDRA PENTAGHAST  *  assorted dialogue from dragon age inquisition, updated version

the truth is more important than my reputation, and anyone willing to accuse me of weakness is welcome to try.

i cannot stop thinking of our earlier discussion.

you enjoy making things complicated, don't you?

you can't be serious.

i simply wanted to steal a moment, while i still can.

i will not let him take you from me.

i want a man who sweeps me off my feet, who gives me flowers and reads me poetry by candlelight. i want the ideal.

pretend you don't know this about me.

the flirting. with me. i've... noticed it. unless it is my imagination, which is entirely possible.

i'm thinking less flattering things now.

perhaps this would be a good time to stop talking.

what makes you think i would welcome your pity?

you so rarely call me by my name, [name]. why is that?

you were together for a long time?

i enjoy fighting at your side, [name].

you're not as handsome as you think.

romance is not the sole province of dithering ladies in frilly dresses. it is passion. it is being swept away by the pursuit of an ideal. what is not to like about that?

i was hoping we could speak privately.

you're smiling a great deal these days. do you always do it while staring dreamily into the distance?

such fascinations reveal far more about the teller than the truth.

i did not realize it took so little to exceed your expectations.

i do not trust any event where hitting someone isn't an option.

me? in a dress? it's ludicrous!

what would i have to blush about?

i take it you think i'm frightening?

if you had done that in our last sparring match, you might have won.

were you not suggesting earlier i should be more intimidating?

how is manipulating and bullying people supposed to be enjoyable?

i don't wear "underpants."

if you are going to pursue this, make it worth it. be happy.

i've never considered what i must look like to someone common. i must indeed seem terrifying.

i wasn't very interested to begin with.

you will never let that go, will you?

i do not "rough people up."

do not pretend to be an innocent bystander.

are you eager to see me go?

what we had was fleeting.

this... is not a discussion i want to have here.

not all my feelings involve stabbing.

i am not without my sympathy, especially given recent events.

i thought you might be concerned.

i suppose that is all we will ever know.

thank you, [name]. that... does make me feel better.

i assume you have advice?

when it is done, i promise what you have done here will not be forgotten.

i thought you would be pleased.

no one has ever accused me of reinforcing reality before.

i should not have asked.

you have seen so much sadness in your journeys.

your opinion of me must be very low to surprise you so often.

i know myself and i cannot be the leader we need. thus, i have no regrets.

the world hinges on our actions. we face death at every turn.

it was an accident. well... mostly an accident.

we must pray it never comes to that.

what made you change your mind?

[ladyloveandjustice]

My Top 12 Favorite Anime of 2023 (and more)!

This was a great year for anime, so here's a long list of my top 12 (including some bonus great anime). If you get tired of clicking the review links, check out my anime overview collection for all of them here.  You can also check out my list of favorite manga here!

Some of these are ongoing, so consider those only a review of the first cour-- no official endorsement on the rest because it hasn't aired yet!

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury (Season 2)

When I listed G-Witch in last year's top anime list, I prayed the show wouldn't betray me. Fortunately, it didn't! Though the final half of the show was a bit rushed, it remained must-see, compelling sci-fi full of exciting twists and turns. And I adore the well developed romance between the robot-piloting protagonist and precious girl, Suletta, and her fierce fiancé, Miorine.  Whether you’re here for starcrossed queer lovers, robots wrecking each other, tense battles between opposing political factions, or morally-horrifying moms on a revenge spree, you’re in for a treat.

See my full review here.

Yuri is my Job!

Hime is roped into working at a cafe where the waitresses playact as students of the fictional all girl’s school from a beloved novel series. However, Hime finds her co-worker, Mitsuki, has an inexplicable grudge against her. Thus begins a tangled web of romance and wounded feelings among the girls in the cafe! Yuri is My Job seems like a fun comedy boasting a cast full of quirky lesbians, but then reveals itself to be a complicated and fascinating examination of performance- as it intersects with queerness, girlhood,  and the desire to be “likeable” and “cute". It's top-tier lesbian drama full of fraught relationships and it's absolutely worth a watch.

See my full review here.

The Apothecary Diaries (still ongoing, review is for the first cour)

Though it's still going, I have to sing the praises of this dazzling anime about a saavy apothecary who uses her medical expertise to solve the many murders and betrayals in the Emperor's palace. MaoMao is a fantastic lead, a poison-obsessed gremlin who's whip-smart, deadpan, and fun to follow. The Apothecary Diaries has intrigue, well-developed characters, and an impeccable atmosphere. It tells a great range of stories, from romantic triumph, to bittersweet tales of recovering from grief, to pure tragedies. I'm totally hooked.

See my full review here.

The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady

When Euphie is dumped by her fiance at a ball, the oddball princess Anis rescues her.  Euphie becomes Anis' assistant in her quest to develop magical tools. The girls also start to develop feelings for each other, while discovering a conspiracy among the nobility. I'm always desperately in need of cool lesbians having action-packed fantasy adventures, and Magirevo delivers. The characters grow in entertaining ways, we get to see them fight dragons in killer action scenes, and the romantic development is completely satisfying. It's a simple story at its core, but the lovable characters, joyous queerness and jubilant execution make it a great watch.

See my full review here.

Birdie Wing: Golf Girls' Story (Season 2)

In the second season of the anime about girls homoerotically golfing while dealing with the mafia and ludicrous family drama, Birdie Wing remains a bombastically absurd sports anime that is fun all the way through. Please come watch these girls get ridiculous sports  injuries, scream their super golf attacks, experience extremely extra plot twists--and be super gay with each other, of course. The finale didn't go quite as hard as I wanted (and the romance is more subtexual than I wanted), but you need to allow yourself to experience the madness of Birdie Wing.

See full review here.

Skip and Loafer

An endearingly dorky, earnest, and driven girl moves from her small town to Tokyo. While she struggles to adjust, she befriends a nice popular boy who's got some baggage. Skip and Loafer is a show that’s like a warm hug. It's sweet, entertaining and funny. It handles adolescent struggles with tender nuance. There's a emphasis on kindness, connection, and looking past stereotypes and misconceptions. It also includes a trans character who's treated with respect (and is a great character in general!) Let this show touch your heart.

See my full review here.

Undead Murder Farce

An immortal woman has had most of her body stolen by a mysterious man. Reduced to a head carried around by her maid, she teams up with a half-demon man to track the thief down while solving supernatural mysteries all across Victorian England.

This a fun, campy mystery series starring three asshole weirdo protagonists,  it’s bursting with supernatural creatures and literary references. We've got Sherlock Holmes, The Phantom of the Opera, Carmilla and more...along with a vampire murders and werewolf drama galore. UDM is a wonderful romp with stylish, slick direction... and it’s unexpectedly really gay.  I’m aching to see more of these scrappy misfits and their adventures.

See my full review here.

Migi & Dali

A story of twins who are pretending to be one kid in order to fool their foster parents and find out who killed their mother. It starts out as an utterly absurd comedy becomes a impressive and genuinely tense murder mystery that is incredibly moving at times, all while keeping up it’s signature brand of goofiness. There’s genuine commentary on abuse, the damage you can do to children by forcing perfection on them, the struggle of being a foster kid, grief and recovery and more. There's also some great character development. It's a weird one, but it's absolutely worth sticking with.

See full review here.

Pluto

Somebody is killing the most advanced robots in the  world and murdering humans alongside them. A robot detective is trying to track this killer down, but he might be compromised as well. Pluto is a tense, tense, tightly plotted robot murder mystery that keeps you on the edge of your seat. Through robots, it explores the idea of being a tool in a corrupt system, and tackles subjects like war, imperialism, and the nature of hatred. It's a masterful psychological thriller with stunning animation and a rich story.

See my full review here.

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off

This anime approaches the story of Scott Pilgrim and Ramona's seven evil exes from a brands new angle, and the results are great. We get a exploration of relationships and regrets, the messiness of communication and connection, the trials of becoming an adult, all with the signature goofy video game antics. Characters neglected in previous iterations finally get their due, new facets of the story are explored, queer relationships are delved into more, girls kiss...and it's all accompanied by phenomenal animation and a killer soundtrack.

See my full review here

Soaring Sky! Precure

Sora lives in a world called Skyland and wants to be a great hero. When rescuing the kidnapped baby princess, she falls through a portal to earth. There she meets her fellow magical warriors, and as Precure they protect the princess from the villains!

This vibrant, warm-hearted adventure got me back on the Precure train! This series boasts a lot exciting firsts for the franchise--the first official male cure, the first main cure that's eighteen years old- but above all, it has a lively team of characters with who have an entertaining dynamic and enjoyable individual journeys. It's often very funny, the baby has a surprisingly good character arc, and it's bursting with magical girl (and boy) goodness! It's also not afraid to give you an emotional gutpunch when you've been lured into a false sense of security by all the fun times. If you're new to Precure, this is a great jumping on point, and if you've watched it before, this is a series you won't want to miss.

I'm in Love with the Villainess

Rae is reincarnated as the heroine of her favorite dating sim. But she has no interest in romancing any of the boys- she’s head over heels for Claire Francois, the snooty villainess.

Villainess may not be as polished--storywise or animation-wise-- as these other entries. It's a messy series, it has plenty of problems...but it's also very fun, and it touched my queer little heart like no other. Queer people get to indulge in our imperfect faves too, and the silly shenanigans, blatant lesbian wish fulfillment, honest advocacy for queer people, and the joy and earnestness of the series works for me!

See my full review here.

Some Other Great Anime:

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End (still ongoing, review is for the first cour)

Frieren is a long-lived elf who was once part of an adventuring party that saved the world from the Demon Lord. But now her friends are passing away and the world is moving on. She decides to retrace her old party's journey so she can understand what she's feeling.

Frieren is both an interesting examination of what happens after the hero saves the world, as well as a meditation on mortality, grief,  and the endless march of time. It takes you on a quiet, beautiful and sometimes touching journey though a pastoral fantasy world. There's some breath-taking animation and excellent atmosphere to enjoy.

See my review here.

Spy x Family (Season 3)

Spy x Family is pretty much staying the course from when we last checked in,  though this season gives a lot more attention to Yor, and I love the cruise ship arc and all the ridiculous fights she gets into a lot! That arc contains some of my favorite gags of the series too (like Loid’s  attempts to be a cool dad). Otherwise, Spyfam has settled into a series that intends to be around for the long haul, so don’t expect too much forward plot momentum. And Yuri (the man, not the genre) unfortunately still exists. Overall it was good season and remains a fun  adaptation. Yor, please step on me.

[iliadicjasontodd]

:D talk to me abt Shelia! Love your posts and I'd love to hear abt your thoughts!

Hi! Thank you :)) SO.

My thoughts on Sheila Haywood are not 100% stable, and there were times in the past where I would often waver on whether I believed she was even actually Jason's biological mother-- there is some compelling tragedy to that idea, isn't there? He dies chasing a woman he never finds, dies for someone who was not who he believed she was at all... but nowadays I mostly apply Occam's razor here. I also am not a huge fan of the idea of Lady Shiva being Jason's biological mother because I like Jason not coming from some larger-than-life bloodline/inheritance besides the ones he is adopted into; it feels very close to the idea that Jason was "doomed from the start" to me (obligatory disclaimer that I have seen it done interestingly but. yeah anyway a lot of that goes into my feelings on Cass which is not the question here so I digress).

I find Sheila's life fascinating in the sense that she is, when we meet her, obviously a shitty person but shitty in a way that feels very real to me. She is often flattened or villanised in a way that I wouldn't say isn't fair to her but I would say is rather boring, and rather easy and one-note, anyway. I am not convinced, for instance, that Sheila was just born a heinous bitch or something; I'm fairly certain that she became opportunistic and ruthless out of self-preservation over time, to the point that I don't think it would be ludicrous to say she gave up Jason partly for Jason's sake as much as because she could not stomach being hindered by a baby. Also, on a different note, it is interesting to me that she didn't abort him (until he was 15, anyway). Maybe it was out of fear, sure, considering what happened at her hands, but maybe part of her did want to have him. I do not think there is a world in which she would have been the best mother to Jason, but I do think there are many where she was a mother of some kind-- and by some kind, I mean a very, very common kind. Women are not inherently maternal, or warm, or emotionally intelligent, and Sheila is not really any of these things and probably knew it, but I do believe she would have at least effectively gotten Jason to adulthood had they ended up in a world where he was her responsibility in a way she acknowledged made him her responsibility. A lot of my views on this are admittedly influenced by convos in dms, but yeah-- I don't think Jason, empathetic and sensitive and emotional as he is, could have ever gotten along with Sheila, but she is his mother. To Jason, who died trying to save her despite everything, that mattered; and, to Sheila, that mattered at the end, too, just far, far too late. I don't think Jason would mind having been buried near her-- actually, I think if Bruce knew exactly what went down it would bother him more to have buried Jay there than it would Jay, probably. I agree with that post that I think I reblogged recently that says if Sheila ever came back to life Jason would want her in his life. I agree with it so thoroughly I might write it myself one day.

And also she was really hot.

If we're going into constructed headcanon territory I do like the idea that Sheila is one of those Latina middle-aged women that bleach their hair that one specific shade of blonde when they hit 30 or so. Latines know which. But usually, tbh, when I'm feeling specific, I ascribe to the idea that Jason is half-Mexican on Willis' side, Willis who he thoroughly resembles, Sheila being white. I'm not married to any idea about her ethnic background or anything though.

Anyway, I could afford to have more thoughts about Sheila, tbh. I admittedly spend far more time thinking about Willis. I hope this was at least a bit interesting, anon :))

[captain-hawks]

Dee, I have Thoughts and no one irl to brainrot @ so pls excuse the umpteenth time I am in your notifications this weekend.

Last week I word vomited in your spicy requests about how much TraditionalGarb!Hoshina plagues my thoughts. Well, I went out for dinner and had a few cocktails, and my slightly drunk, pliant mind was churning the entire ride home. [Sober Note: I started this ask right when I got home, and now, having sobered up a bit, holy hell I am sorry for getting lost in the sauce and turning what was supposed to be drunk imagines into something ludicrous. I can't quite bring myself to delete it bc I was clearly so into it, but seriously if this is too long/annoying please just ignore me!]

I'm thinking of a historical period-era AU Hoshina clan. Not too familiar with Japanese history but maybe Edo period, idk about historical accuracy. In my imagines, reader is from a less influential, albeit wealthier clan, has 2 older brothers, and grew up around the Hoshina family from birth. Both their families are preoccupied with the eldest children and their role in continuing the family legacy/business, so their families don't hound them too closely in their childhoods. They're in a rural, countryside part of Japan with plenty of wild grass and flower fields. Soichiro holds all the weight of family expectation so he is more aloof. But Soshiro is allowed more freedom, so when he isn't obsessively training, he is spending time with reader as her closest childhood friend. Meanwhile, reader is trained in all the traditional arts and duties expected of her, but she also has a love for calligraphy (or painting but idk how accurate that is) that she is allowed to cultivate because, again, her parents aren't hounding her too closely. She's fascinated by Soshiro's swordsmanship and makes him show her all the moves he is learning, and in turn, he is enthralled by her knowledge and love of calligraphy and likes to hear her talk about it for hours even if he doesn't quite get it. Because they're in a rural area, they also play outdoors together whenever they can, climbing trees and splashing in the streams, and Soshiro is rough-and-tumble and free around her in ways he can't be at home when he's ceaselessly trying to measure up to and surpass his brother. As they grow older they are naturally forced apart due to expectations of their genders and stations. They still hold onto what they believe is a fondness for their childhood friend, until one day, as the wild wisteria blooms and they see a glimpse of each other after an absence of several months, they both realize that the innocent fondness held in their hearts had taken root long ago and finally bloomed into love.

Unfortunately, in the Edo period, warrior families started to lose their place in this era of newfound peace, and the Hoshinas are forced to worry about their place in this world for the first time. At the same time, reader's clan is struck by tragedy and her 2 older brothers are killed in an accident, leaving a vacuum for the future of the clan. The Hoshina and Reader patriarchs decide on what they believe is a mutually beneficial arrangement: Soichiro and Reader shall join their clans in marriage. Reader's clan benefits from the prestige of the Hoshina name, and the Hoshina clan benefits from the prosperous wealth of her family. As the sole remaining offspring of her clan, she should be honored to be chosen to helm the Hoshina household and bear its heirs.

Ofc Reader is devastated, but she knows that her voice is unimportant and she will forever be doomed to suffer in a life so close to her dreams, but with a cruel twist. She sees Soshiro just once after the engagement announcement, and it is with a too-cheerful mask that he congratulates her on her match, and, in a moment when no one is looking, he slips into her hands a small gift that he had picked up in the capitol on his last trip and had been meaning to give to her: some fine new ink he thought she would love for her calligraphy. He supposes it is an engagement gift now, even if the gift is only really for her.

On the eve of her wedding, she manages to sneak out and find Soshiro. Together, they go to the grassy field of wildflowers by the creek they played in as children. Even though fate is not on their side, it seems the moon has sympathy for them, because it hides behind clouds and conceals their illicit meeting. They're finally able to declare their love for one another in the place where it all began. She tells Soshiro that even though destiny was determined to keep them apart, she wants to know what it is to wholly love and be loved, just once in her life. So under the glow of a thousand fireflies, she undresses Hoshina, gently pulling his kosode apart to reveal his chest. She laughs lightly as she traces his scars-the old and familiar ones from childhood, and the newer ones he has acquired in manhood. She traces the marks she remembers: the dented scar on his shoulder from when he fell out of the cypress tree trying to grab a beetle to impress her when they were five. The patch of slightly uneven skin along his arm from three years later, when he had run after his father's horse in the road and tripped down the hill. The thin, raised slash from when Soichiro had cut him in training at age 11, to teach him a lesson on inferiority. From there, she draws lines to the unfamiliar marks: a puffy patch of new skin from a recent battle wound that has only started to heal, two pigmented gashes where he was gouged in battle last year, a mottled expanse of bruises on his ribs from where he had challenged Soichiro last month, just after the engagement announcement, and had finally shown his brother that his attempted lesson in inferiority had never sunk in.

She says that all these marks tell her a story in the same way a calligrapher's soul is left indelibly in their brushstrokes. She sees a world in his body, and it tells her favorite story. Overwhelmed, Soshiro finally crashes into her and through the flurry of kissing he has her on her back in the grass, slipping her out of her garments. He's mapping his way across her significantly less blemished skin with his lips and tongue, and laments between pants that he will never be able to partake in the story of her body, because she belongs to his brother and he cannot leave his own brushstrokes on the expanse of her skin. Breathless, reader pulls a bottle tucked into her undergarment next to her heart-a vial of the precious ink Soshiro had gifted her. Her wedding is tomorrow-she knows there is no way he can leave any lasting marks on her. But for tonight, she is his and she wants some proof of that, however temporary. So Soshiro dips his finger in the ink and swirls and dips it all over the memories he has buried in his mind: a spot on her neck where a particularly vicious bee had stung her as they chased tadpoles as six-year-olds, a whorl on her shoulder where his ten-year-old head rested as she unrolled endless scrolls to extol the virtues of some long-dead calligrapher, an almost-violent slash just under the swell of her bosom where he had caught her when she had fallen in her attempt to swing his katana at 13.

And as he finally lines up his achingly hard cock and breaches her cunt, as he makes love to her for the first and last time, he grieves for the death of the two stories written here-hers, which will be washed off her body as soon as she returns to her home, and his, which will wither and end without her to trace the patterns and give them the meaning he can never find by himself. [sober note/holy run on sentence batman]

you better believe i'm posting this ask because IT NEEDS TO BE SEEN!!!

MY FRIEND!!!!! i'm on my knees. i'm begging. i'm clawing at the air. i'm frantically waving anything of value that i have in your direction. i implore you to write this because i'm wholly obsessed. a period piece, childhood friends, the arranged marriage, THE YEARNING, THE LOVELY POETRY OF IT ALL EVEN JUST AS A SUMMARIZED VERSION!?!?!?

She says that all these marks tell her a story in the same way a calligrapher's soul is left indelibly in their brushstrokes. She sees a world in his body, and it tells her favorite story.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(don't even get me started on him painting on her????? oh my god i'm so unwell. i need one of those fainting couches. i want to CONSUME THISSSSS)

you're a genius. a brilliant wonderful genius.