#literally this used to be my whole entire thing

[laceyfaeryy]

MDNI 18+

soft lover boy simon riley who is absolutely obsessed with his little bimbo birdie.

౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ━ “big scary boyfriend simon riley” “guard dog simon riley” what about utterly pathetic soft lover boy simon riley who literally walks around with the biggest puppy eyes for you??

cw: age gap (legal), fluff, simon is a complete softie, oral (f) receiving, simon cums in his pants, inspired by @cinnamongrl2006

simon riley who listened just intently to your questions even if they were a little silly, not caring that he had to re explain everything ten times.

“so like, what does this do?” your perfectly manicured nails disgusting with the small knife that you found in his military bag. “use that for my missions, extra protection,” his strong arms wrapped around you as you stared at the knife like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

“but like, why use knives when you have a gun?”

“sometimes i get disarmed, so i need to be prepared.”

you stared blankly, blinking at him before your gaze drifted down. “but you have two arms, so you haven’t been disarmed?” your question genuine as a low chuckle escaped his lips.

“yes luvie, i do have two arms.”

simon who will be at your feet the moment you asked for him.

“si?” your voice soft as you looked around your shared apartment, simon’s footsteps immediately picking up after hearing your voice. “what’s wrong luvie?” his tone soft before gently drifting down to your feet, where you were struggling to put on your heels. “help me?” your big doe eyes staring at him, soft smile cracking through his rugged face. without a response he lifted your foot up, gently placing your heel, making sure it was fit snuggly in. his large hand gently rubbed against your ankle, planting a kiss at your knee.

and of course he carried you in his arms after the function, your drunken giggles filling up the empty streets whilst he grinned like an idiot.

simon riley who indulged in your nightly routines, allowing you to put a face mask and a your pink fluffy head ban on with a bow.

“need to make sure you age well si, don’t want you to be all wrinkly when i’m still going to be hot and young,” you teased as you gently applied the sheet face mask on him.

simon was never one to indulge in skincare, he would often just splash water on his face and call it a day. the moment you found out you made him his own personal skincare routine, the products comically small in his hands as you explained them.

“this one helps with fine lines and wrinkles,” you rambled as you held a small shiny bottle, they all looked the same to him but he listened regardless. “you think i have wrinkles?”

simon riley who would have his whole entire camera roll dedicated to you.

“yer fuckin’ obsessed with that girl,” his captain teased as simon’s phone lit up from your spam of texts, his wallpaper a photo of you with the biggest and cheesiest grin.

“jus’ say you’re jealous cap,” simon grunted as he immediately grabbed his phone, his thick fingers moving along swiftly to respond. it was no secret in the base that simon was utterly smitten with you, responding to your calls and texts even in the most inconvenient times.

not to mention the amount of times he had to upgrade his phone simply because he had no storage left, and he couldn’t bring himself to delete the photos of you.

the distance between the two of you didn’t waved his commitment, even if he was in the base and you were back at home he would carry a little bit of you. it first started off as a small pink keychain that dangled from his vest, then a necklace with your into. he even wore a custom balaclava mask that you bought, with a pink skull instead of a black one. despite the relentless teasing from his captain and everyone else at the base he didn’t care.

simon treated having sex with you as a sacred ritual, worshipping every inch of your body as if he didn’t deserve to see you in your most vulnerable state.

“fuckin’ gorgeous luvie,” his voice soft and tended as he peppered your body with kisses, his scarred hamada soft and gentle unlike the usual violence they were used to.

he didnt care about his own pleasure, solely focusing on you, because if you felt good, so did he.

he loved worshipping you on his knees, his tongue lapping around your creamy pussy as his eyes almost rolled back from the smell of your arousal. “taste so fuckin’ good luvie, like a five star meal.” simon took his sweet time, making sure every part of your body received attention and love. his large hands gently rubbing your inner thighs to smooth your trembles as you came over and over again.

oh, and he would cum in his pants just from eating you out. his hips would shake involuntarily before spurting all over his boxers.

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[toastytrusty]

i think it finally clicked what about cassian and luthen's relationship i find so compelling. when cassian officially joined the rebellion at the end of season one, he effectively surrendered all of his autonomy to luthen. "kill me or take me in." he literally put his life in luthen's hands. he clearly had very little will to live, and beyond giving luthen the choice to kill him, he gave luthen the choice to give him purpose again. and not Just purpose, either, but full control over the rest of his life, as well. he became part of the cause because he felt he had nothing else left, and was either going to effectively kill himself, or let someone else dictate every single thing he does until he dies anyway, now with a reason behind it, now able to plausibly deny it being wanted. it's simultaneously an admittance of defeat, where he is telling luthen that he won, and an act of defiance, where he is challenging luthen to discard him rather than use him. and obviously luthen would rather use him.

but then there is the bix aspect. cassian's hopelessness at the end of s1 implies that he did not, at that point, see bix as an adequate reason to keep going. not as a reason to stay alive, not as a reason to stay present in anyone else's life. it was not worth remaining an individual, for her sake or his own. and obviously a lot of that is from the insane depressive grief that the whole Ordeal of s1 + losing maarva was. but still. he was very closed off, and singlemindedly thinking about his own ability to give himself to the rebellion. which makes his protectiveness over her in s2 all the more compelling. he is repeatedly getting worked up over her well-being, and acting out in ways that are possibly jeopardizing to the rebellion. it's such a fascinating transition, and regardless of how they got there again, i think in season 2, cassian sees bix as his last place to be human. the one person in the galaxy he can be an individual with, rather than a tool. which is why, in my current, ever-evolving understanding of these characters, i think he gets so contradictory and confused about what he wants from her. he wants her to be strong and a soldier so they can go to war together, because the war is so terribly important to him, but he also wants her to prioritize her own safety over anything else and never put herself at risk, because if he loses her he loses himself. this is necessarily the conflict between them.

which comes to the incredible exchange between cassian and luthen about bix in episode 6 of s2, where we can see how much this conflcit is affecting cassian. he can't stand that luthen is potentially putting bix in danger, and can't stand that luthen is treating them like droids, rather than people. but then. then luthen Reminds cassian. he reminds cassian that he already surrendered his autonomy. he already surrendered his individuality. "we're not who we were when we started." cassian chose this; chose to change for this, chose to give up being a person for this. he doesn't get to now choose to put bix, his one haven, over it. she needs to be able to handle herself, because cassian asserting himself by worrying about her compromises their entire system. "you will have to decide when it becomes too large a problem." but cassian's response is the most important part: "no. that's gonna be up to you." he's essentially turning it back on luthen. if luthen expects him to remain compliant in the way his role calls for, then luthen needs to be fullfilling his side of it, and making sure cassian has an environment that he Can remain compliant in, without compromising anything. "you want my blood? you help me solve this." he is finally standing his ground on something to luthen, asserting himself in a way that is basically begging luthen to let him submit again. he wants to be part of the cause; he still wants to be able to lose himself in it, but he also needs bix, and will not give up the life he knows is possible to share with her.

[hedwig221b]

stiles and derek body swap fics?

sure thing

Fuzzy Logic by Sparseparsley

Derek and Stiles switch bodies because of wizard reasons and Stiles just wants to know what that awesome scent is.

I'm Lost In You by matildajones

He knows he should move but a part of him still feels paralyzed. He has clear feelings of not being able to move his body, of not being able to even blink. “Oh my god,” Stiles says, and he clambers to his feet, feeling dizzy. He easily finds a mirror in the room and then the most gorgeous eyes stare back at him. They’re a sea-green instead of the normal brown that he’s used to. He’s looking at his soulmate. -- Stiles wakes up in his soulmate's body, on his twenty-second birthday, with blurry memories of the past year. Derek doesn't wake up at all.

Your Body's My Body by derekstilinski

Derek and Stiles get body swapped… Interesting things happen.

Under My Skin by Renmackree

In his defense, Stiles wasn't even trying to find his way into the supernatural tonight. He had gone to a normal party at Danny's after their summer Lacrosse practice , met a normal girl who seemed interested in him, left with her to go to her normal apartment in the hopes of having normal sex for the first time. But, then again, when has anything normal happened to Stiles Stilinski?

Might Not Make It Back by GotTheSilver

Bodyswap. Because of the fun.

Yours, Mine, Our Body by christinchen

Stiles wishes Derek could see things from his perspective. His magic decides to grant him that wish. Literally.

Trust Fall

Stiles is fairly certain that a case could be made for every bad thing in his life coming back to Peter Hale. This time it's pissing off a powerful witch, who retaliated by swapping Stiles and Derek a la Freaky Friday, because sure. That makes sense. Um, there are GPAs on the line, not to mention the whole thing where his dad wants to shoot Derek on sight. Except who he sees as Derek is actually Stiles, and Stiles did not sign up for filicide. Great. Wait…does this mean he's the Alpha until they figure this out? Holy. Shit. Derek had stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a few minutes trying to control the panic as he saw himself as Stiles. As the loud mouthed human friend of the pack. He was going to kill Peter. He was going to kill the witch, then he was going to kill Peter. Maybe even resurrect him again just to kill him all over. They were going to have to play this cool. They would have to stay calm and focused. Which is of course why the universe threw him into this situation with someone who physically couldn't be calm and focused. Of course.

it is so quite new a thing by sheafrotherdon

In the last, lazy moment before he opens his eyes, Derek realizes something is wrong.

i feel you in every heartbeat by warlock (sapphicblight)

Suddenly his entire body felt tingly and sensitive and he could swear gravity had failed on him just then; he couldn’t feel the chair he was sitting on, or where he’d planted his feet on the floor, or the clothes he was wearing, or the pen he was holding, and then his vision started blurring and morphing into a picture of some place that was not his classroom. “Oh, shi—” “—it,” he finished with a different voice. Or, the AU in which, on their 22nd birthday, a person will switch bodies with their soulmate and is left to figure out whom they're temporarily inhabiting, and how to get back to each other. But because Stiles is Stiles, he forgets that it's his birthday, and the bodyswap takes him by surprise.

if i was you and you were me, we'd still be us by thoughtsandthings

"Derek,” Stiles said slowly. “Why do you look like the evil twin version of me?” “Go look in the mirror.” - After swapping bodies, Stiles and Derek walk a mile in each other’s shoes and learn a lot about each other (and themselves) in the process.

[masterlist link]

[punanami]

Baby we are talking about stereotypes. Toji fits black stereotypes more than any other race. why are you acting brand new to the parallels? If it look like a duck and quack like one, it's a duck—so yeah we are going to write Toji in the way he presents. That's typically what writers do lmfao.

If you don't speak Japanese yourself you are going to need more than just a google search to grasp what you are trying to argue against.

Osaka ben is just the dialect of Osaka, yakuza speech takes it further to the point it's disrespectful. That is why I said it's considered rude or disrespectful the way he talks. Plain ole' Osaka ben isn't rude, it's just a different dialect. So no there's no 1:1 with the way he or the yakuza speaks to US southern dialects. US Southern speech is known for "manners" and politeness—yakuza Osaka speech is not that.

Also for clarification him talking hybrid is him taking both with Tokyo dialect and the Osaka yakuza dialect—in his speech the VA uses both. But again, Osaka dialect and yakuza dialect are NOT one and the same. I can't stress that enough, yakuza dialect is layered into whatever regional speech that person has be it Osaka or Tokyo or wherever else. Toji just happens to speak in both Osaka yakuza and proper Tokyo Japanese as a blend.

I honestly think this knee jerk reaction of yours is from not actually reading what I wrote because I literally said "y'er" instead of "your" is more accurate too. So you are trying to make this grand point of "why don't we have toji speak like xyz which also works" and answer is: we already do—and people have definitely complained about that "cowboy speak" "y'er/t'/n'" speech too btw.

I can't believe I have to say this but the use of aave doesn't have bigoted implications nor is it lazy, are you crazy? you would only say that if you thought aave usage in itself was negative—which is bigoted in itself so I would really check yourself right now. AAVE is just a dialect of speaking its not inherently negative but its usage has a lot of slang too and therefore considered rude in certain contexts much like yakuza/delinquent speech. everyone code switches, lets not forget that.

The English dub of anything is pretty inconsequential in most cases, especially games taken overseas and marketed to a mass audiences. Devs will keep core story but change intents/meanings/phrases to what is most popular or relatable for that particular audience and what will sell the game, rather than what is the most 100% accurate. You are more likely to get the most accurate translation from a fan manga, which cares more about accuracy than a game dev trying to sell a game.

Additionally, I am not relating Toji 1:1 with yakuza neither—just parts of his speech. Yakuza are still very traditional in customs and have strict guidelines. Toji's whole character was defying traditions, the status quo and not identifying himself by any membership to his family or otherwise. He doesn't fit perfectly in the Yakuza box either. He fits in more with western individualism ideals.

My reply wasn't looking for allowance or approval. It was to correct your very incorrect assertion that aave isn't appropriate for Toji's character when it very much is for a multitude of reasons. IDC if you don't like it, I'm saying its accurate.

Furthermore this...

and of course it makes sense to use some slang when it comes to Toji. but it gets to a point.

This convinces me you are literally being contrary to be contrary because you don't want to be wrong. I literally said in my reply "don't make walking stereotypes." So we literally are saying the same thing lmfao that it makes sense to use some aave/slang for toji. lmfao! glad you agree which really invalidates everything else you were saying about it not making sense for toji to use aave slang because 95% of American popular slang comes directly from aave.

Your entire response lacks the capacity for nuance I fear... because mentioning gege is super relevant as you said "nowhere does toji talk like this" and I am making mention to the actual way Toji speaks according the the JP anime which is according to gege's interrpretation of his own character. Also the fact that gege is very aware of black stereotypes and influenced by them as they show up in the actual JJK manga with gojo and Miguel—so yes this also speaks to Toji being written with certain black stereotypes in mind.

It's definitely seeming like the problem isn't the fanfic authors but your own biases of what you, as a non black person, are deeming is "too much aave". Black people, including myself, who use aave in our day to day don't even purely speak it where its every other word. code switching is very much a thing. christ sake no one is writing him like that lmfao.

good god.

people will write toji and make him talk with hella aave and EYE think it’s weird. outside of the fact that it just doesn’t mesh w his character and he literally doesn’t talk like that AT ALL I also think it’s weird that he’s the only one who (within some corners of the fandom) is characterized as talkin like that and u rlly gotta wonder why..

[sturniololuvz]

Can you do one where Nate was about to yell at the triplets for drinking his last chocolate milk but when there little sister/his girlfriend says it was her he softens up and asks if she liked it and if she wanted him to buy more for her and the triplets can’t believe it

omg yes lol

The Chocolate Milk Incident

The kitchen was loud. Too loud.

Chris and Nick were arguing over whose turn it was to take the trash out, Matt was trying to microwave leftover pasta, and Nate? Nate was on a mission.

He flung open the fridge and stared into the shelves like he could will his favorite thing back into existence.

“Yo,” he said, shutting the door with more force than necessary. “Who drank my last chocolate milk?”

Everyone froze. Like actual statues.

Chris looked at Nick. Nick looked at Matt. Matt looked like he was about to run.

“Bro,” Nate started, tone sharp, “that was the last one. The last one. I had a long day and was literally thinking about it the whole drive home—”

“It wasn’t us!” Chris blurted, hands up like he was being arrested.

“Yeah,” Nick added, backing away slightly. “We didn’t even know it was yours.”

“You always know it’s mine,” Nate shot back, eyebrows furrowed. “I label them now.”

Y/N padded into the kitchen from the living room, wearing Nate’s hoodie and holding her phone. “Wait… was it that bottle on the bottom shelf?”

All four guys turned to look at her.

Nate blinked. “Yeah… why?”

She winced a little. “Oh. That was me. I didn’t know it was your last one.”

There was a pause.

A beat.

And then, Nate’s entire face softened like someone flipped a switch.

“Oh—nah, it’s okay,” he said, instantly dropping the sharp tone. “Did you like it? I’ll get more. I’ll grab the big pack this time, the one with, like, twelve.”

The triplets stared at him like he’d grown a second head.

“I—what?” Chris said slowly.

“You were about to explode thirty seconds ago,” Matt added.

Nick leaned against the counter. “So we get death threats over a chocolate milk but Y/N gets rewarded?”

Nate shrugged, walking over and kissing the top of Y/N’s head. “She can have anything she wants.”

Y/N grinned and looped her arms around his waist. “You’re being dramatic, babe.”

“Not even,” he said, pulling her closer. “You can finish everything in that fridge and I’d just be glad you were comfy.”

Chris held up a hand. “Nah. Nope. I need a second to process this betrayal.”

Nick pointed at Nate. “He threatened me with a shoe once for touching a Capri Sun.”

“Love makes you soft,” Matt muttered. “Disgusting.”

But Y/N just laughed, still holding onto her chocolate milk war prize — which now came with a bonus hug and a promise of more.

And Nate? He just kissed her temple again and whispered, “Next time I’ll buy you your own stash.”

⸻

[darlingdaisyfarm]

chatting with Ford Pines while he’s away sailing (and being down bad about it)

been thinking about this for a while. i just love this idea, so yeah here’s this silly little chat with ur old man who doesn’t know what “slay” means, just smth quick to post, i was thinking of writing smth as that with Stan too

suggestive

you: hiiiii

you: hi hi hi hi hi

you: u ignoring me already??? damn

you: forgotten b4 my time

you: anyway how’s Stan?? is he being dramatic again

you: did u make ur weird tea this morning

you: did u think about me when u stirred it :(

Ford: My dearest, I did not mean to ignore you! I only just now figured out how to open this particular chat thread. For some reason, it was labeled “dr sexy boat man <333” and I didn’t immediately recognize that as myself. Stan is being extremely dramatic, yes. He insists that the seagulls are, as he says, spying on us.

I did make my tea this morning. I stirred it clockwise and thought of you, as I always do. The silence of the sea at dawn made me miss the sound of your voice.

With undying affection,

Stanford

you: omg, you responded!! my brilliant man so smart with his new phone<3 i love u so much

you: u r literally like the softest man alive and also so hot

you: the duality is insane. if u were here rn i’d be biting u

you: ok don’t die at sea :( i have plans to do very bad things to u when u get back

you: and by bad i mean so good

you: u feel me

you: ok probably not :')

Stanford: You are such a curious creature, my love. First: I am flattered to be described as “soft” and “hot” simultaneously. I believe that’s a compliment.

Second: I am unsure whether to be alarmed or intrigued by your desire to bite me, but I suppose I lean toward intrigued. You know I trust you implicitly.

Finally: I will not die at sea. Not before returning to you and not before I finally learn what “u feel me” means.

(Does it mean you agree? Or you wish to feel me? Or... is it both?)

you: i’m gonna kiss u so hard u pass out

you: and then bring u back w another kiss

you: and YES it means both u nerd

you: god ur so hot when ur confused

you: also i want u to like. absolutely ruin me when u get back

you: but also one more thing!! i woke up wearing ur sweater today btw

you: smells like u

you: kinda made me crazy ngl

you: like maybe i need u to rail me in it when u get back

you: just a thought. a lil vision i had <3

you: but how’s the sea or whatever. still blue?

Stanford: Oh, my love.

I must admit, I read your few messages several times to make sure I understood them correctly. You wore my sweater. That makes me warm inside, you always look beautiful in my clothes. I like the thought of you in it. I hope it was comfortable.

Stanford: As for “rail me”. I’m not entirely certain what that implies, and “ngl” appears often in your texts but remains cryptic to me. I assume both are modern expressions? I’ve written them down to research later.

Stanford: The sea is indeed still blue! And vast. But nothing compared to the vision of you in my sweater.

you: oh my god Ford. baby<33

you: ngl = not gonna lie

you: and "rail me" = use ur imagination (or don’t, i’ll send u pics if u want a visual)

you: u r SO lucky ur hot bc ur so outta touch

you: it’s kinda insane. my lil cave man bf. but ur MY lil cave man. and ur mine to destroy <3

Stanford: I will never fully understand your generation’s humor, but I do adore it. And you. Thank you for the clarification. I do appreciate your patience with me. And, well, I suppose I shall endeavor to be worthy of this destruction. If you insist. If it’s any reassurance, I think about “railing” you in all ways every night out here. It’s borderline distracting. Also, while I may be “out of touch,” as you say, I’m very open to visual aids. For research purposes, of course.

you: haha aww u miss me huh

you: i mean... how could u not, i'm a whole snack

you: bet i’d be a much better distraction than ur books tho

Stanford: I never doubted your charm, my dear. And while books are always a great companion, I must admit, having your presence here would indeed make everything more... pleasant.

There's just something about the idea of you close, perhaps even running your fingers along my coat... Not that I would object to that, of course.

you: ohhh you’re making me blush <3

you: don’t get too carried away tho, i might just start sending you naughty pics

you: can’t stop thinking about u rn tbh

Stanford: Oh? That would certainly be... interesting. But, for the record, I have no idea how to fully interpret these things you say sometimes.

Your language is so modern. What exactly does “snack” mean? Does it refer to food, or... other things? I'm somewhat lost here.

you: it’s a compliment, Ford!!

you: your adorable

you: “snack” means u hot, duh. u r the snack i wanna eat!!

Stanford: Ah. I see! Thank you for explaining, love. Well then...

Perhaps I’ll be the one to do the “eating” when I return. If you’ll allow me

you: OH my GODDdddd Ford what the hell

you: not u saying that so casually like it’s not the dirtiest thing i’ve ever heard from u

you: who taught u that????

you: ok yeah u win. u can eat whatever u want. whenever. however.

you: knew u had that dog in u somewhere <333

Stanford: I miss you terribly, my love. I hope you’re eating properly and remembering to drink water. And, this is very important, do not attempt any elaborate rituals without me. Remember last time. I love you very much. I’ll write again after the next port. Hopefully with better signal.

Yours (achingly so),

Stanford

[xsw-st4rt34]

DAY 2: STAGE

[el texto rosa es tan tan tan bonito....]

YAYYYYY Finally a good drawing jj

I made it this weird size to use as a wallpaper because no image usually fits my phone, btw if you zoom in and out on MTT his face looks pixelated I saw it since I started it and maybe I should have made the canvas bigger but uhhhhhhh,,,, in Undertale this pixelation isn't bad??? I guess, I don't know

Painting latex/polished metal with a coloring style that aims to be a little simpler is horrible, and I struggled a lot with it. I HOPE I DON'T CHANGE STYLE IN EACH ILLUSTRATION??

The mirror tool helped me many times, thanks,, But I still drew a lot of unnecessary things manually. Isn't it an act of true love to have shaded and placed each M in each little heart?

In two years I'm going to redraw it or something and it's going to look super cool, But I'm already tired and someone my age shouldn't have any muscle pain BUT MY NECK HURTS SO MUCHHHHBSHDVDJEB AAAH

I'm still behind, can I draw Mettaton as a worm and we pretend I complete day 3? Prettypls

HEY AND I'M SORRY FOR WRITING SO MUCH BUT ACTUALLY, I made the image thinking that this was his first time on stage in the exact way he wanted, with a body made entirely to measure, audience, yk. He must have been so happy,,,, and then he tried to abandon his best friend and the whole Underground but oh well. He doesn't even have the dark eye makeup I always draw him with because I like to believe he didn't think he would go that far, he's just half made up but he is still made by and for the stage. He has the lipstick literally painted on the metal with industrial paint, okay

I have a lot to say about this specific scene from the game but it's too much text sorryyyryryry

[vexwerewolf]

IPS-N

Blackbeard: The Blackbeard's representation is tonally at odds with how it's most optimally used. So many people see it as the Berserker Attack-Attack-Attack mech because of SEKHMET when it actually rewards a very measured, considerate playstyle of grabbing enemies, shutting down their reactions and moving them out of position.

Raleigh: The Raleigh has a niche that it comfortably occupies now, but I feel like it's illustrative that it didn't find this niche until the Stortebeker came along and provided the power fantasy that everyone thought they were getting with the Raleigh the first time they saw it.

Tortuga: Cool you made The Mech That Is Good At Everything and its literal only weakness is it's a bit slow, one of Lancer's easiest problems to fix? The Tortuga is without a doubt my favourite mech and even I think it needs to be nerfed a little.

Vlad: The Vlad is an all-around excellent close combat frame hampered by a slightly unfocused and lackluster toolset. What is the Impact Lance doing here? Why would I ever use Webjaw Snare?

SSC

Black Witch: "My core power is that if my ally is a CQB mech like the Tortuga, they get to do no damage for a turn and then eat 6d6 damage to the face." Mag Field is so easily circumvented by just not firing into it - or, if a PC is inside it, firing into it a bunch to pump its damage. Also for a piece of pinnacle gear that costs 3 SP, Black ICE Module just... doesn't have enough punch.

Death's Head: As Zee Bashew would put it, "I get to spend one whole turn imagining how hard I'm going to hit this enemy instead of actually taking the turn to hit this enemy." You have to spend your entire turn focusing on an enemy for the potential to roll a ton of extra damage if you crit. Remember that the Railgun, the Death's Head's signature weapon, is an area weapon and bonus damage is halved for multi-target attacks. The enemy can also shut off this extra damage by being in any form of cover. Bad core power. Possibly the worst.

HORUS

Goblin: So I get to spend a Quick Action to lose my action economy and get my friend and I heatgunned and AoE'd to death? And it ends if either of us get Stunned? And this is what I have to spend my core battery on?

Hydra: Hello yes I am The Mech That Procs Twenty Bazingillion Saves, which is why my Save Target is the lowest possible starting Save Target in the entire game. Also my action economy is consumed by handling all these drones but I also have to be an off-striker for some reason!

Manticore: I wish they'd never put that fucking meme trait on this thing. I never fucking hear the end of the stupid fucking LMAO EXPLODE jokes.

Minotaur: Genuinely, what is the power fantasy here? I look at the Minotaur and I struggle to understand what precisely I'm supposed to be imagining myself doing when I pilot it. Couple this with a powerful equipment package, but on a frame that doesn't feel fun or interesting to play, this is a license you dip into to get something important for a completely different frame.

Harrison Armory

Napoleon: So I can spend my core power to just not play the game?

Saladin: This frame has the opposite problem to the Minotaur. It has a very, very clear power fantasy - "create a bubble of impenetrable safety for my friends" - and goes absolutely hard on it. You then discover that being permanently immobilised or slowed and having to spend most of your actions maintaining the bubbles with very little else to do is miserable. The power fantasy is so well-defined you end up discovering why it's not very fun.

You know I glaze Lancer a lot but I really gotta say there are some design issues I feel certain frames have and I should talk about them sometime

[ivegotyourbackbuddie]

The Wrong Buckley. Part Two of Six. Ao3 Link. Part One.

After that night, things go back to normal again.

Eddie leaves his phone on the table face up. He doesn’t sneak off for late-night mirror talks. And, most importantly, he doesn’t bring up Maddie again.

Maybe it was just a silly little crush.

But, a few days later, Buck makes the mistake of going to the grocery store without Eddie so he can secretly buy the ingredients to make his abuela’s tamales. He manages to not sound entirely suspicious when he tells Eddie he should get the house to himself for a bit - mainly, he thinks the unintended innuendo distracts Eddie from Buck's intentions. He's not sure what other excuse to use to get Eddie out of the house while he makes them. Maybe seeing the ingredients will be enough of a surprise?

He runs into a similar dilemma when he gets back to the house, wondering how he’s going to keep Eddie from helping put away the groceries. And really, on any other occasion, that would be a blessing.

However, when he gets inside, he hears Eddie's voice down the hall, muffled by his bedroom door. Buck frowns but takes the opportunity to quickly stash his purchases. When he’s putting away the final grocery, Eddie walks into the kitchen, jumping back when he sees him. “Shit, I didn’t hear you come in. Uh, do you need a hand with the groceries?”

“No, I got it. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

Eddie gives him a grateful look as he takes a step toward the fridge. “Can you hand me my calendar pen?”

The question takes Buck off guard, nonetheless, he reaches into the drawer behind him, handing the blue one to Eddie. He thanks him before scribbling something in the small square under tomorrow's date.

Buck hovers so he can read it as soon as he pulls his hand away. “Brunch?”

Eddie smiles so hard that his eyes squint up. “Maddie invited me.”

Buck's heart sinks. There goes the whole "not bringing up Maddie" thing.

“Do you want to watch something while we do laundry?” Eddie asks, making his way into the living room, oblivious to Buck's inner monologue.

“Yeah,” Buck says, staring at the calendar, feeling the same way he did when he saw pickup basketball with Tommy on there. This time, he won’t cause Eddie bodily harm though.

“Buck! You coming?”

He gives the calendar one last glare before responding, “Yeah,” as he heads into the living room.

No bodily harm, Buck reminds himself.

-:-:-:-:-:-

The next morning, before the dreaded brunch, they head to the drive-through of their favorite breakfast spot after dropping Chris off at school. Eddie orders part of their usual: two coffees and a breakfast burrito. As they pull away from the speaker, Buck hits Eddie on the arm. “You forgot your granola yogurt thing.”

“The thing you always make fun of?”

“It’s literally a menu item for old men.”

“A parfait is not 'for old men,'” Eddie says in a mocking tone. 

“The only people I’ve seen order them are people from the retirement community down the road. I don’t blame them – it’s a great source of fiber.”

Eddie glances over at Buck as he approaches the window. “How do you know about the retirement community?”

“I talk to people.”

Eddie rolls his eyes before narrowing them. “Wait, you’ve been here without me?”

Buck can feel his face start to heat up as he glances away. “I, uh, brought Tommy here a few times. Turns out he doesn’t like your coffee order.”

The betrayal on Eddie’s face quickly turns into panic when the lady at the window says, “Uh oh. Trouble in paradise?”

Buck ducks down and smiles at the older blonde. “Hi, Lisa.”

“Hi, Buck. Eddie,” she nods at him as she takes his card. She does a double-take when she looks at their order. “Oh, hun. They didn’t include your parfait.”

Eddie waves her off. “I’m going to brunch soon, so I didn’t order it today.”

Lisa raises an eyebrow at him as she hands back his card, and Eddie is quick to clarify, “With his sister, who can’t do yogurt smells at the moment.”

“Oh, Maddie, right? That’s wonderful.” She turns away and grabs their two coffees and a to-go box. “Here you go. Have a good day, and make sure you get your fiber fill in today.”

As they drive off, Buck stares at Eddie.

“Shut up,” Eddie says.

“Your fiber fill,” Buck giggles.

“We’re never going there again.”

Buck laughs and nearly forgets about the impending doom that will be his early afternoon.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Buck stares at the wall and back at Maddie’s and Eddie’s locations on Find My Friends. He swipes over to his safari tab, pulling up the little restaurant they’re at that he’s never been to, and stares at the menu.

He wonders what they’re both ordering.

Maddie will probably get something sweet like French toast, and Eddie will avoid the waffles he would normally get because it’s listed that they’re high in fiber, and he’s not going to give up that grudge yet. So, he’ll get something savory similar to Buck’s breakfast burrito that he always steals a bite or two from. Maybe Maddie will let him steal a few bites of her French toast. Will they use the same fork? Or, worse, will Maddie feed those bites to him like Buck sometimes does, just to see the way his nose scrunches up?

Buck groans and stares at the wall again.

He goes through the same process, swiping to their location, moving on to the menu, trying to imagine what they’re eating, where they’re sitting, what they’re talking about, and staring at the wall again.

He changes it up a bit by looking at the menu and wondering what he would order if he had been invited. He glances over at the waffles, craving something sweet to offset his breakfast. If he’s being honest, he would also like the whole grain waffles, but he wouldn’t ever let Eddie know that.

He stares at the wall again.

He needs to get out of this spiral.

Buck stands up and walks around, hands itching to do something. He wonders if there’s anything he can bake.

As he rifles through the pantry, his eyes land on the hidden corn husks. He smiles at the wonderful distraction and pulls out his phone, calling Abuela and reassuring her that everything is okay with Eddie and Chris before seeing if she’s busy.

They talk while Buck preps the tamales, pausing their casual conversation when Buck gets to the masa so Abuela can talk him through it. As he assembles the last tamale, Abuela tells him she has to go to a doctor’s appointment. And after a minute of reassuring Buck, that Yes, I’m okay, mijo. It’s just a check-up. Buck lets her hang up with a promise to let her know what Eddie and Christopher think of the tamales.

As soon as the call is over, he swipes over to look at Find My Friends, only to find Maddie and Eddie still at brunch together. He glances at the clock. It’s been over two hours. What could they possibly be talking about?

A few minutes later, once Buck has gotten the tamales in the steamer, he notices that Eddie’s location is moving. Buck lets out a sigh of relief that he regrets afterward. He reminds himself that Eddie is allowed to have friends who aren’t him. Even if he’s in love with those friends, he’s allowed to have them.

It’s not long before the front door opens, and Buck pretends to be surprised about it after not prying his eyes away from Eddie’s location the entire drive back. “Hey, you’re back. How was brunch?”

Eddie fully walks into the kitchen with a container in his hand. “Are those... tamales?” he asks, sniffing the air.

Buck smiles. “I, uh, wanted to surprise you.”

“Man, my surprise isn’t as good as yours, then.” He slides the container across the table towards Buck.

“What’s this?”

Eddie crosses his arms and smiles. “Open it.”

Buck does as he says and finds himself staring down at a stack of waffles almost identical to the picture he had stared at on the online menu.

“And hey, they’re high in fiber,” Eddie jokes, grabbing two forks. “I thought you’d like to split them with me.”

“Yeah?” Buck asks, the smile on his face growing the longer Eddie’s around.

Eddie hands him a fork as Buck uncaps the lid to a small container of syrup. After Eddie cuts it up and Buck drizzles syrup over them, they each take a piece, bumping them together in a toast before eating them. Buck was right, they are good.

“So, brunch?”

“Right,” Eddie says, cheeks red, “I forgot when I smelled the tamales. They're almost like my abuela’s.”

“Well, I called her while I made them, and the recipe is hers. So, I hope that they might come out at least slightly as good as hers.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows. “You called her?”

“We talk from time to time,” Buck says nonchalantly. He doesn’t need Eddie to know that she calls around his birthday and Christmas to make sure her gifts for Eddie are perfect. “Brunch?” Buck presses again.

“It was good,” Eddie finally answers. “Maddie says hello, and she thinks we should do dinner with you and Chimney sometime.”

Buck smiles tightly, wondering how Eddie can be so casual about having dinner with the woman he might be in love with, alongside her husband. “Yeah, I’d like that.” He takes another bite of their waffles, syrup gathering at the corner of his mouth.

Before he can grab a napkin, Eddie takes a step towards him. “You’ve got…” he reaches out and gently swipes away the sticky residue with his thumb. Then, he does the unthinkable, bringing his thumb to his mouth, keeping eye contact with Buck as he licks away the tiny bead. “Got it,” Eddie says with a sweet smile.

All Buck can wonder is how Maddie will be able to resist him.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Brunch doesn’t appear on the calendar again until they get their schedules for the next week, and the first thing Eddie does is call Maddie, disappearing into their bedroom to do so.

Buck frowns and stabs at his cereal.

“What did the cereal do to you?” Chris asks. It’s definitely a line he stole from his dad that was aimed at Buck.

“Wrong place, wrong time.”

Chris glances in the direction Eddie left. “Do you really not like Maddie and my dad being friends that much?”

Alarm bells ring in Buck’s head. Has he been this obvious the whole time? If Chris knows, does Eddie?

“It’s okay, Buck. I know you get scared when Dad gets new friends.”

The kid is way too observant for his own good. “You do?”

Chris gives Buck a look before scooping the last bite of his cereal into his mouth. He carefully chews and swallows it before stating, “I’ve been scared about it, too. When I left for Texas, I thought all my friends here would get new friends and forget about me.”

“How could anyone forget about you?”

“I could say the same about you,” Chris comments casually as if Buck won't reply this moment in his head a million times later as he stands up to put his bowl in the sink. “Plus, Dad never shuts up about you. I’m pretty sure he would never be able to forget about you or replace you.”

It feels like Buck’s heart could rip right out of his chest. “Thanks, Chris.”

“Don’t mention it. Oh, and if you could tell my dad that I need to get his signature to retake a history test I failed, that would be great. Minimum lectures or serious talks from him would be a huge plus in exchange for me not telling him that you don’t like him being friends with Aunt Maddie.” He leaves the room before Buck can protest.

“This is blackmail!” Buck yells after him, wondering how he’s going to pull off that request. Every day, he gets more and more like his dad.

Eddie comes back down the hall shortly after, his big smile reserved for talks with Maddie plastered on his face. “I heard something about blackmail?”

Buck shakes his head and drains the rest of the milk from his bowl into his mouth. “Not important.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow at him, but he doesn’t say much as he grabs his calendar pen and marks in “Brunch” on Tuesday. Buck looks away as he rinses out his and Chris’s bowls before putting them in the dishwasher. He will not get jealous. He won't! Seriously!

There’s a bit of movement behind him, and suddenly Eddie is pressed right up against his back as he puts his bowl in the sink as well. Buck tries to remember how to breathe as he rinses it out while Eddie’s hand squeezes his shoulder, running down his back before settling on his hip. He goes as far as tucking his head over his shoulder to watch.

When he turns off the water, Eddie turns to him, his face so close that Buck can feel Eddie’s lips brush against his cheek as he says, “Thanks, Buck.”

And then Eddie presses his lips against his stubble for less than a second before entirely disappearing.

Buck nearly drops the bowl.

He puts it into the dishwasher carefully, wondering when Eddie got so touchy and if it’s a result of them living together and sharing a bed. But even during quarantine, Eddie never kissed him. Even if it was just on the cheek.

Hell, Buck doesn’t think he’s felt Eddie’s lips anywhere.

And god, he needs to calm those thoughts down before they go any further.

He sighs and dries his hands before running them over his face. He glances at the calendar, trying to get a grip when…

No fucking way.

Buck marches up to the damn thing and can’t believe his eyes.

The word “Brunch!” stares back at him, and it’s circled... with a heart.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Buck is going insane.

The type of insanity that involves him sitting on a bench a block away from the brunch spot, sunglasses and baseball hat on, watching Eddie and Maddie laugh at something one of them said. It’s far enough away that Buck can’t exactly see who is talking, but he could spot Eddie’s laugh from a mile away.

He tries to rationalize this in some way that doesn’t result in charges for stalking. He settles on the fact that he’s trying to protect the Diaz family. Although everything has been pretty good recently with Chris back and the two of them in therapy, they’re still on thin ice. And this is something that could absolutely break them.

No matter what Chris says, he’s pretty sure Eddie moving to Texas forever would result in him finding someone to replace him until he eventually forgets about Buck. He seems to have already found a replacement here, though.

When Eddie leans across the table to whisper something that turns the conversation more… intimate? Buck stands up.

He’s allowed to get brunch on his own. He’s allowed to happen to get it at the same place as Eddie and Maddie.

This is nothing like how he crashed the basketball game.

He didn’t bring Chimney this time. Okay, so maybe he thought about it before realizing how quickly that could backfire if this whole thing is just a one-sided hopeless crush. Plus, Chimney was there when he shoved Eddie, and he doesn't want that to happen again, and somehow the two things seem somewhat tied together.

He’s rethinking the whole thing the closer he gets to the place. Knowing him, he’s always about three seconds away from a medical disaster, and he really doesn’t want this whole jealous injury thing to become a pattern, especially not when his pregnant sister is involved.

It takes him only two more seconds to fully decide to backtrack. He does a bit where he pretends to forget his wallet so he has to turn around.

But then he hears, “Buck?” and “Evan?”

He slowly looks up, feeling every bit like a dog who has been caught destroying their owner’s things. He slowly removes his sunglasses. “H-Hey!” he stutters out. “I didn’t know you guys were getting brunch here.”

Eddie looks confused, and Maddie looks… disappointed.

Before he can say something about how he’s always wanted to try this place, a waiter walks up to the outside table. He gives Buck a polite smile and asks, “Will you be joining us this afternoon?”

“No,” Maddie says at the same time Eddie says, “Yes.”

The waiter looks between the three of them awkwardly.

“If we could just get the check, please,” Maddie says politely.

The waiter flees quickly.

“Madd–”

He gets cut off by a look from his sister. “Do we need to have the blonde Sarahs talk again?”

Buck ducks his head. “No.”

“The what?” Eddie questions.

They must have some type of silent argument that Eddie wins as Buck stares at his shoes, because, surprisingly, the chair closest to him screeches against the concrete as Eddie pushes it with his foot. Buck dares to look up at Maddie.

“You can join us until we leave,” Maddie says, using her mom voice.

“Thanks,” Buck mumbles, feeling like the chastised kid that he is. He doesn’t even spare a look Eddie’s way.

“So, what were we talking about?” Maddie asks, then her eyes fill with slight horror.

“Uh,” Eddie replies awkwardly. “We were saying…”

Buck risks a glance at him, taking in the way he always seems to be blushing around Maddie.

“Talking about my birthday coming up, right?” Maddie rushes to say. 

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, suspiciously. He takes a long sip from his glass filled with some type of juice, eyes widening a bit at Maddie. It’s a look Buck hasn’t seen before, and it makes his hands ball into fists under the table.

The waiter comes back again, a single check in hand. He places it on the table with a forced smile and quickly walks away.

“I’ve got it this time,” Eddie says, taking the bill before Maddie can protest.

This time. So they’re mistaken for a couple often?

“I’ve got it!” Buck announces, snatching the bill away. The two of them stare at him. “For accidentally crashing.”

With the way the two are staring at him, they both know it wasn’t an accident. But for Buck’s dignity, he’s going to pretend that they buy it.

When the waiter comes back, he does a not-so-great job at hiding his confusion when Buck hands over his card with the check. But he returns it to the table quickly before any more stilted conversation about Maddie’s birthday can be had. He also tries to hand Eddie a box, but Eddie gestures toward Buck instead.

The waiter's eyes flicker between Maddie and Eddie a few times, eyes settling on Maddie’s baby bump more than once before looking at Buck and Maddie, then Buck and Eddie. Buck can’t imagine what story he’s creating in his head before he finally hands Buck his box and leaves the table.

“Do you think...?” Maddie asks Eddie.

“Absolutely,” Eddie replies with a laugh.

Buck looks between the two of them and suddenly feels like the world’s worst third wheel.

It gets worse when they say their goodbyes, hugging each other tightly before Maddie turns to Buck and pulls him into a tight hug as she whispers, “Remember, we don’t hurt our friends.”

“I won’t,” Buck promises. And he means it.

“I’m parked this way. It was lovely seeing you, Eddie. Let me know when you’re free next.”

“I will!”

As soon as she leaves, Eddie gestures toward the direction of Buck’s car. “I’m parked this way.”

“I am, too.”

The two walk side by side in silence.

Buck is on the verge of apologizing when Eddie asks, “Do we need to get a dog or something?”

“What?”

Eddie continues looking ahead before he suddenly stops on the sidewalk and turns to Buck. “How can I make this easier for you?”

“Eddie…” Buck trails off, unsure of what to say. He glances in Maddie’s direction, knowing he could never ask for Eddie or Maddie to take a step away from their friendship that is so clearly important to the both of them. He looks back at Eddie and says, “Nothing. It’s not something that you should have to make easier for me, okay? This is something I need to work on, and I will.”

Eddie grabs onto his shoulder, his thumb resting right about his collarbone. “We’re in this together, okay? I’ll always have your back, and you’ll always be important to me.”

Buck feels himself getting flustered by the praise, and he’s sure his face is turning a lovely shade of pink. But it’s entirely worth it when it’s Eddie who's making him feel this way.

Eddie lets go of his shoulder and gestures at the box in his hand. “Let’s get home so we can eat those while they’re still warm. Plus, I'm pretty sure that waiter is watching us.”

Buck not so subtly looks back.

He definitely is watching.

As they walk away, Buck can’t help but smile again as their shoulders bump together every step of the way to Eddie’s car.

Briefly, he wonders what the waiter thinks of them now.

[gritsandbrits]

Hi Grits! I've literally never watched Xiaolin Showdown in my life, but because I'm bored and curious, could you pls explain how Chase was ruined in Chronicles?

Where do I even start?

Okay, anyone who's been on my blog recently have seen me talk shit about Xiaolin Chronicles. Well tonight Im going to talk even more shit! 😁 this time about a character that ive had developed a fictoromantic interest in: Chase young. But this isnt about my selfship, this is about how this pathetic excuse of a reboot wrecked him!

So sit back and crack a cold one as I tear Lizard Breath a new one!

Chase was one of the most complicated characters in the show. He was evil, unashamedly so, but he also had a sense of honor. He was calm and calculating. You never really knew what his next move was. From his first appearance in the s2 episods "Master Monk Guan" you could tell he was going to be a formidable threat in future episodes. And formidable he was, he did NOT step off their necks after that first meeting!

Perhaps his most intriguing aspect of his character is his relationship with omi, a sort of palpatine and anakin dynamic that wasn't as creepy and pedophilic as his relationship with Shadow/Willow/whatever the fuck her name is. He saw potential in Omi and wanted to train him and even after the whole "brainwashing omi to get him on the side of evil" plan didnt go as planned they still kept an amicable relationship.

Chase is by no means a saint but he keeps his word and treats his opponents with respect. Even when training Jermaine, he had no hard feelings towards him after he quit because it was simply another part of a larger scheme. While he wasnt as bombastic as jack and wuya, he had a couple of quirks like reading Evil Housekeeping during dinner and his reactions to Jack's antics! He was essentially the Comically Serious of the show.

Then Chronicles had to screw everything up!!

In showdown, he became evil after hannibal bean exploited his desire to be the best by tricking him into drinking the Lao Mang Lone Soup. Chronicles retconned this to be Chase acting like a jealous incel because a mary sue dragon lady dumped him for his never before seen brother Eon. Seriously Eon? Where was Master Monk Guan? He was in Chase's eyes a rival and a big reason why he went bad, not because he got rejected by a girl!

Character designs in Showdown have simple and distinct silhouttes so they'll be easier to remember. Chase resembled a tough yet elegant warrior. The new design loses a lot of its elements making it too complex and boring at the same time

See how strong Showdown silhoutte is compared to Chronic Pain?

His lizard form was a total mess too! He rarely used his form but when he did you KNOW shit was about to hit the fan. He even managed to give Giant!Dojo a hard time! He looked like a dragon because he eats them and a lot of thought was put into making him look as badass as possible.

CHRONIC HEADACHE turned him into an overgrown iguana! He and Lute must be goin' to the same salon because what the hell is that haircut?? 😂

Dont even get me started on his CGI model that bitch is HIDEOUS. Even Beast Wars looks better and that show came out in the 90s! Also why are his spikes green shouldn't they be gold?

His personality also took a nosedive, from a Machiavellian schemer with larger designs to a generic villain who does bad things as the plot demands.

Chase rarely used shen gong wu because he had no need for then, even calling them magical toys. The only time he did use them was if he needed them for a larger goal. Chronic chase is obsessed with collecting them for no reason other than EEEEEVIL!

In Chronic's timeline Chase was always evil from the very beginning instead of having been a genuinely good person whose insecurities were preyed on by a shitstirrer vegetable. Even his voice doesnt do it for me. Usually I love David Kaye, but Chase is supposed to sound like he's in his early 20s because his entire function is around preserving his youth. By making him sound old it completely misses the whole point.

At one point, he interrupts a showdown to wager his good looks, and somehow doesnt lose them. First of all since when the did chase ever give a shit about his looks and number 2, he would never wager something so petty? He lost the showdown and didnt even lose his face? Well I guess you cant lose something you never had in the first place! 😂

Now we get to the really gross part.

SWEEEEET HOME ALABAMAH!

Now the idea of a regular sidekick and evil apprentice sounds good on paper. In the show he gets an ugly Mary Sue called Shadow that he created using his own rib in a hamfisted attempt to shove a parallel with Adam and Eve. But whereas the First Parents of The Bible were explicitly designed to be spouses by a higher power, he created shadow to be little more than a servant (and she had a baby form) which makes their power dynamic completely imbalanced! The scenes where they hit on each other and hiss flirtatiously is so out of place, like dude THAT'S YOUR KID???HELLO??? ARE YOU EVIL OR ALABAMAN?

Shadow lacks none of the entertaining qualities that the other bad girls like wuya and katnappe had. She went to the same barber her husband-father and Lute goes to. The most frustrating part about it is she acts more like the original chase than the actual chase! Ugh! No wonder he acts more goofy in Chronic Pain, she stole his personality!

He also abuses her. Like, she was nothing but loyal to him yet he attacks her for making one snarky comment - the og chase did threatened people but never outwardly attacked them over something so petty - and with all this im mind they come off less as student and mentor and more like a domestic abuser and his victim. The Real chase ain't no saint but he wasnt a creepy old man either! Eeeeeeeeeew!

The worse moment had to be the one episode where he lays an egg and he CRIES OVER it!

Un-freaking-BELIEVABLE!!!

At the end comes the most nonsense revelation - he and omi are related! And its never revisited again. I guess even the wrirers knew the convoluted this twist is since nowhere in showdown suggested chase and omi were family. If they were then they would be distantly related at best.

Can you just imagine making a show that is so boring, so atrocious, and so mind numbingly stupid, the only thing people remember it for is one episode and only because of how BAD it is?

The worst part is I can't recall a single significant thing Chase had done in Chronic Headache. In the original he had awesome moments like his duel with Master guan, the soccer match against the monks for omi's freedom, the three way battle between kimiko-disgused-as-jack hannibal bean, his partnership with wuya, getting between jermaine and omi's friendship, TAKING OKVER THE WORLD. What did he even do in Chronic Headache besides being a bigger dork than Doofenshmirtz and being the type of guy the latter would vaporize?

NOTHING! HE DID JACK SPICER SHIT IN CHRONICLES DESPITE HAVING MORE APPEARANCES THAN IN THE ORIGINAL!!

Hufff...huff....

Alright I think I got most of it out of my system. They say its better to vent now than holding it all in for it to explode later. I dont know why this show went the direction it did with Chase but as far as I am concerned he is not real, he is not a good version of a character and even on his own he is a terrible villain. He's an absolute insult to the chad Heylin Prince of Darkness and a reason why cartoon reboots get the unfortunate reputation they have.

And the sad part is since this is the only major Showdown media this may be the last time I'll ever see Chase in animated form, so until Christy Hui makes more content, we're pretty much stuck with this guy.

Hoo-friggin-yay! -_-

[wajjs]

John failed because he was too cocky. Overconfident, depending way too much on his ring to the point that it became a very literal crutch. Cosmic Odyssey #2 builds up to that, from the get go J'onn and John's mission has that momentum: John depends more and more and more on his ring until he can't do anything without it, until his arrogance blinds him to the point of total tragedy.

He's cocky to the point of recklessness that's also very... stupid. There's no kinder way of putting it, John makes the very stupid decision of leaving J'onn behind because he believes himself to be unstoppable. He thinks that as long as he has his ring, nothing will defeat him.

Of course, his overconfidence leads to an extremely tragic ending. It leads to total genocide, to the complete and irreparable loss of an entire planet with all sentient lives still inside it. He flies high like Icarus, and falls to his hubris just as hard. I mean, his storyline in Cosmic Odyssey is a western comics version of a Greek tragedy. It follows the same story beats, the same progression of events, the same gut wrenching ending for the protagonist:

He wasn't just careless. He made a mistake that costed everyone else everything they had (their very lives) because he did not care to stop and think for a single second. He went in hot, his pride being his downfall. That is the main point of his storyline here. He's the protagonist of a tragedy that is of his own doing. And J'onn is there to let him know that, trapped in place by John and forced to bear witness to total annihilation:

In contrast, Coast City's tragedy was not a direct cause of Hal's actions. And while it's true that it does not happen in a main Green Lantern comic, Hal is in fact present when his city gets destroyed. He is the other Big Hero (in the meaning that he's a founding member of the Justice League, because Supergirl and Superboy are also there) fighting the threat alongside Clark.

Coast City gets blown up in issue #80 of Superman 1987 run (a year before Cosmic Odyssey #2 gets published btw):

In Superman 1987 #82 you have Hal fighting Mogul and getting wrecked in the process, though he does win:

"Kryptonite. Everywhere. No one... could have survived this."

In The Last Will and Testament of Hal Jordan (one of the best written comics ever published by DC Comics) this part of the story is even more gut-wrenching:

Hal's emotional turmoil is just... poorly written in the 80s comics. Hal is shown as okay, but it becomes clear that his being okay is another construct he creates to get through life. And even though the writing is focused on being edgy and grim in the late 80s, we do get glimpses of Hal's devastation here and there.

Take Superman 1987 #83 as example. The hero community gathers to talk about what they're going to do with the killing machine that was built upon the remains of Coast City, machine that used the flesh and blood of all living things in the city as part of its creation when the city was destroyed. Hal wants to make it go away. He wants to metaphorically burn it all down, he doesn't want the memory of all those lives lost to be tarnished by the very thing that killed them.

But what's the reply of the hero community? That it's too bothersome (Arthur), and that a compromise needs to be reached (Clark) because Hal's asking for too much.

"My friends are buried under this junk heap and I'm not about to let it stand as their tombstone!"

The machine starts crumbling under its own weight, however, and everyone with a power ring/green lantern ring scrambles to use their weapons to eliminate all the toxins. Which in turn makes Arthur's whole ramble about how toxic it would be kind of a moot point.

Clark creating that monument out of a piece of the machine that killed everyone only serves to calm his own consciousness. The tragedy happened because of him. Hal was a witness to it. He heard the explosion. He was among the first to see what became of his city. He was there for all of it.

In comparison to everyone else, Hal is the only one visibly beaten down and physically injured. Hal is the one carrying in his body the reminder of this great failure, of this tragedy, of all the lives lost. His broken arm, his shattered knee, they are the marks upon his body that no one else carries. After this, Clark goes back to Metropolis and talks about sunny days being nice. Every hero goes back to their own lives and Hal is left with virtually little to no support/safety net. From here, his pain grows exponentially until it erupts in the explosion of Parallax.

So if you place these two events together, there contrast between Hal and John is obvious and they seem to be two sides of the same coin. Their stories are both tragedies. John's story is marked by his hubris. Hal's story is marked by his grief.

(As a side-note, it's always been interesting to me how no one ever talks about Guy being affected by Coast City's tragedy, considering he lived there and all.)

when you compare the two events together, it is interesting to see how Hal failing to save Coast City and John failing to save Xanshi sparked in them different reactions motivated by two similar, but yet distinct, emotions: Hal's descent into madness is fueled by unadulterated grief, while John's rapidly and steadily consumed by his life-altering guilt.

And it is also interesting to compare them from the point of view of what caused the tragedies: in Hal's case, it was the lack of help and the scope of events being way more than what he and Superman could handle, meanwhile in John's case the tragedy happens because he grows too overconfident and cocky.

In the two cases the heroes lose. Except in one case the hero ends up turning into a tragic villain.

[angelpuns]

redrew a bunch of angels from like pre-2020 cause I was thinking bout em today :) The bottom girlies are lesbian angels and I still love their designs :)

Also the two traditional drawings are like..the very first angel I ever drew and some amgic lady. From 2012 at the earliest. So yeah. Enjoy. I like redrawing things, it makes me very happy :)

[egophiliac]

do skully have pokemon?

Pumpkaboo is the obvious one, but y'know, sometimes the obvious one is the right one! (we'll say SUPER SIZE Pumpkaboo, just for fun. big pumpkin for big skeleton boy.) and another person actually also suggested Greavard, which I somehow hadn't considered, but feels so perfect that I feel like I should have. dangit.

(they can also have little Nightmare Suit costumes :D)

[tricoufamily]

more ancient ocs i got bored and made as sims. they were doing every tired annoying romantasy trope years ahead of the curb smh i could have been making booktok bucks

[clovecloveangel]

Okay. Tim Drake deepdiving (send help)

SPECIAL MENTION TO JASON WITH OTHER SIDE OF PARADISE THAT GIRL (BOY) IS GONE BUT IIIIIII// THAT GIRL IS GONE BUT I STILL TRY//I MISS HIM, DONT YOU BLAME ME! THAT BOY WENT STONE COLD CRAZY! CAUGHT UP AND CANT RUN LASTING CHASING THAT HAPPY PIPEDREAM1!!!!!

New Money hehehehheehehhehehehehehe

WHO CAN IT BE NOW PAPAPAPPAPAPAPAAAAA PSHSGN THAT FITS HIM HE'D TOTALLY LISTEN TO THATHBRGTIVKFM

BANG BANG BANG HERE WE GO (already screamed im just gonna copy paste that

[BANG! FOR TIM DRAKE HHHRHEHHEEHH SO PUT YOUR BEST FACE ON EVERYBODY/PRETEND YOU LIKE THIS SONG EVERYBODY // AND IM UP TO SOMETHING (UP TO SOMETHING)]

EVERYONE TALK ABOUT - POP MUZICK!!!!!!1UBRHFD VJCKOVSI THIS IS LITERALLY HIS LOSER TASTE /VAFF/VSILLY

CAUSE WHEN THE SUN COMES DOWN AND THE MOON COMES UP//I TURN INTO A TEENAGE GOO GOO MUCK IHEUGRBJVDMIM MY BOYYY

I have not heard honeybee but im listennig to it rn and it fits the vibes!!!!!

Bruno is orange..... bruno is orange...

BRUNOOOO WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR GOOD SENSE? (RED ROBIN) THAT MANS GOOD I BET HE WORKS FOR THE GOVERNMENT//DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THAT MOTHER BROKE HER DAUGHTERS LEGS IN TWO AND SAID ITS TOO DANGEROUS TO WALK SO I HAD TO SAVE YOU//I THINK ITS REAL UNFAIR THAT YOU SHOULD PUT HIM THERE ALL WE DID WAS KISS ON MY GRAVE I SWEAR WHERE DID YOU FIND HIS SHOES? THE LOCK OF MY HAIR? ALL WE DID WAS KISS ON MY GRAVE I SWEAR (DIE DIE DIE) -> EVERYONE IN HIS LIFE WAS PUT INTO DANGER/DIED SO HE'S BEGGING THE WORLD TO STOP OH MY GOD

ANTHEMS FOR A SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL

USED TO BE ONE OF THE ROTTEN ONES AND I LIKED YOU FOR THAT (THIS COULD BE LIKE HIS PARENTS NOT BEING THE BEST IN THE WORLD/THE PEOPLE IN HIS LIFE USING HIM BUT HE STILL LOVES BECAUSE HE'S LOYAL HWUGRNI)

NOW YOURE ALL GONE GOT YOUR MAKEUP ON AND YOURE NOT COMING BACK (CANT YOU COME BACK?) -> SO MANY PEOPLE DIED/LEFT/BETRAYED HIM HE JUST WANTS TO BE HAPPYYYYYYY

BLEACHING YOUR TEETH SMILING FLASH TALKING TRASH UNDER MY WINDOW -> HE PLAYS THE ROLE TO BE THE PERFECT ROBIN TO MAKE EVERYONE ELSE HAPPY AUGHHHHH

PARK THAT CAR, DROP THAT PHONE, SLEEP ON THE FLOOR, DREAM ABOUT ME? -> THE MOMENT HE LEAVES HIS PHONE (VIGILANTE WORK) HE FEELS CRUSHINGLY ALONE BECAUSE ALL HE CAN THINK ABOUT ARE THE PEOPLE HE'S LOST

OKAY I NEED TO. STOP.

DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD I JUST WATCHED WICKED IM CACKLINGNNGNGGNG

GET HIM BACK HE'S SO OLIVIA CODED GODDD

COFFEEEEEE

DO I NEED IT? MOCHA - AM I UNDER CONTROL???? WAKE UP AND IT SWALLOWED ME WHOLE WOULD IS SEE IT? I CAN MAKE YOU FEEL ALIVEEEEEEE - I KNOW, BUT DO I NEED YOU TO SURVIVE? (I FEEL LIKE THIS IS TALKING ABOUT HIS WHOLE VIGILANTE WORK AND HOW HE USES IT TO STAY SANE/HIDE AWAY AND HE FEELS USELESS WIHTOUT BEINGNROBIN also the fanon coffee thing is cute oH8IROFGIJNFIOIJIM)

THE CULT OF DIONYISIS MATCHING WITH BERNARD PAHAHHAHAHH I LOVE IT AS A TIMBER/TIMBERKON SONG (IM FEELING DEVIOUS/YOURE LOOKING GLAMOROUS/LETS GET MISCHEVIOUS/AND POLYAMOROUS!!!!!!!!1) EVEN STEPH WORKS SDFHUGBYVHJDKCOMDI

YOU ARE AN IDIOT AHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA OH TIM CAN I GIVE YOU THERAPYY??? JOKER JUNIOR REF?!?!

ITS GOING DOWN IM YELLING TIMBERRRRRRRRRRRR DIHFJCDKMJ OFC OFC ITS THEIR SONG

PAPARAZZI -> HIM AS A STALKER + HIM AS A PUBLIC FIGURE

rockin robin hheehhehe i see you

WASHINGTON ON YOUR SIDE HAMILTIOGNFVENUJCKM

BRUTUS????Q?

IVE BEEN WATCHING HIM FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE//THATS NOT TRUE I DONT WISH TO FORSAKE YOU SO SIMILAR LIKE BROTHERS FROM A DIFFERENT MOTHER OF THE SAME WOMB (i cant remember the exact lyrics forgive me) FRATE MEUS//ILL NEVER FORGET THE WAY YOU SHOWED ME HOW TO MAKE ART (BEING ROBIN) I LOVE YOU AND IF YOU WANT ILL CALL YOU KING (FATHER) //

SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES AND IM UNSURE SHOULD I EMBRACE IT SHOUDL I RUN? WHAT MOTIVATES ME HATRED? IS IT LOVE? (HIS WHOLE RED ROBIN ARC - IS HE RUNNING ON HIS LOVE FOR BRUCE OR HIS ANGER AT THE WORLD FORSAKIGN HIM????) MAYBE MY NAME COULD ALSO BE KNOWN (HE JUST LOVES BEING ROBIN)

MY WHOLE LIFE YOU WERE A TEACHER AND FRIEND TO ME, PLEASE KNOW MY ACTIONS ARE NOT MOTIVATED ONLY BY ENVY!!! -> HIM TELLING DICK ABOUT DAMIANN OHMY GODDD

MY NAME IS BRUTUS BUT THE PEOPLE WILL CALL ME REX!! (HIM AT THE END OF RED ROBIN BEING LIKE I AM MY OWN HERO I AM RED ROBIN AHDUNCJIJTI)

I NEED TO SHUT. UP.

Okay fuck i cant do the whole thing i dont have time but WE BOTH REACHED FOR THE GUN OH GOD OG GOD

ARMY DREAMERS OH NOOOO

WHAT A WASTE OF, ARMY DREAMERS! (BFPO, MAMMYS HERO)

BUT HE NEVER EVEN MADE IT TO HIS TWENTIES - NO ONE ALLOWS HIM TO AGE PAST 17

SARAHHHHH

'YOULL NEVER MAKE THE PLACE WHY DO YOU EVEN RUN THE RACE???? I CANT BE, WHAT YOU NEEEDDDDD I AM STUCKKK IN A DRE-EAM I AM STUCK, IN A DREAMMMMMMM//DONT YOU KNOW? SHES BEEN HERE ALL ALONG//HE LOVES ME LIKE A DOG AND WHEN WE MESS AROUND ILL LET HIM KNOW THE TRUTH I FOUND IN MY OWN HOPELESS HATE--

AND EVERY TIME I WAKE I SECOND GUESS THE GAME I PLAYED, DID I, MAKE A, MISTAKE??? -HIS LYRIC HIS LRYICS SODHGUBVJSCMLX

WHAT ELSE CAN I DOOOOOOO//(WHAT IF IT DIDNT NEED TO BE PERFECT? IT JUST NEEDED TO BE, AND THEYD LET ME BE?!?!?!?!!)

fuck ufck cuck okay okay i know some of the others but these are my standouts thank you this was great fonvkfmlp

formatted this because its such a mess that even colour coding still makes it insane lmafaoogunfidfdmkovfm

Batfam Spotify Playlists

(Because Tumblr won’t let me post all of my DC playlists in one post)

Alfred Pennyworth: Spotify Link

Bruce Wayne:

Barbara Gordon:

Dick Grayson:

Cass Cain:

Jason Todd:

Stephanie Brown:

Bernard Dowd:

Tim Drake:

Duke Thomas:

Damian Wayne:

Talia Al-Ghul: Spotify Playlist Link

Selina Kyle: Spotify Playlist Link

Normal link stopped working on the last two 😪

The boring links should still work but still

I think there’s a maximum limit of how many you can add

[starlingfawn]

delete me

repeat me

let's try this again

@jumalanpelko fanart !!!!! suncat!!!!! i hope she is still recognizable after so much rendering w random colors!!