#or I’ll fucking scream

[cryptidbait]

Thank you so much @tiptapricot for letting me create some concepts for ur AU based off of MK Snowblind 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

PLS PLS GO CHECK EM OUT 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

[syl-stormblessed]

AND THE CROWD GOES ABSOLUTELY FUCKING WILD!!!!!!!!!

[ruhrohherewego]

I enjoy the idea of a younger Bruce (about early twenties) adopting Dick because I think it makes Bruce’s immaturity as a father figure more endearing. If anything, father doesn’t come into the picture until much later—it’s more of a brotherly configuration, at first.

Bruce takes Dick in because he sees the parallels of their situation and wants Dick to have a different future than him, but he doesn’t understand kids. So he lets Dick do whatever he wants; eat ice-cream at 3am, skip school, play whatever video games he wants, in the way your older sibling will sit you in front of the TV while they talk to friends or something.

He indulges Dick’s whims because he thinks that’s what kids should be able to do. He’s working off an immature, naive framework.

But then Dick becomes Robin, and things get real, fast. And Bruce realizes he has to take more responsibility for Dick. There needs to be limits and boundaries.

And Dick doesn’t understand the shift because he viewed Bruce as this older brother/mentor figure who was permissive and let him have the freedom to do what he wants. Now he can’t, and it feels like an invasion of boundaries instead of what it is; developing healthy ones.

So they fight. And bicker. And Dick probably throws in a few “I hate you”s that wound Bruce more than he ever thought possible. But slowly, they mature. Bruce prioritizes Dick’s well-being while still giving him what a kid needs and Dick realizes how much Bruce really cares.

And slowly, they grow to be father and son.

[danahart]

somebody tell that bitch sebastian vettel that i fucking love him

[inoreuct]

thinking about zoro being the crew's main protector.

it’s quite literally his role amongst the straw hats; luffy's captain, usopp's their sniper, sanji cooks, nami navigates, chopper's their doctor, franky's their shipwright, jinbei's their helmsman and brook's their musician but zoro? zoro's their swordsman. zoro’s their guardian. his job is to be the first line of defense and protect everybody else so they can focus on doing their own thing and sure, none of them really need protecting— but they don't have to worry about defending themselves, either, because whoever they can't or don't want to handle zoro will finish up (if he hasn't gotten to them first).

like imagine a bunch of idiots cornering one of the crew (bad idea.) and picking nami because she's the woman without a devil fruit, as opposed to robin (BAD idea.). they've got her surrounded in the dead end of an alleyway and have somehow neutralised her clima-tact and she’s not worried, she’s not.

but against twelve men and with her weapon essentially now just a regular staff, she might be panicking. just a little. she’s gotten a couple of them good enough that they’re down for the count before a chain wrapped around her ankle trips her. it pulls at enough memories, faded but never forgotten, to bring up a sickening wave of fear and anger— and nami decides that she’s had enough of the bullshit.

she takes a deep breath and screams. “ZORO!”

the silence afterwards is deafening. the wind shifts, gently lifting the pieces of hair stuck to her sweaty face, and the men laugh uneasily. one of them yanks hard on the chain and she spits at him, heels scrabbling against the dusty ground even as he starts reeling her in like a fish on a hook. “he can’t hear you, little missy,” he snickers, grin widening the longer nobody shows up.

it’s still on his face when his head slides right off his neck.

blood sprays right before his body crumples like a doll. it takes a second for the others to realise and then the screaming starts— none of them get any farther than three steps before zoro’s cutting them down, swift swings of his sword and almost surgically precise slices rendering them incapacitated if not plain dead.

“sorry i’m late, witch.” the swordsman’s breathing hard, gore dripping off his blades even as he arcs one down and snaps the chain off nami’s leg with a growl. “did they hurt you?”

“no. no, i’m fine,” nami breathes, her smile quivering just a little— not because she’s shaken, no. because she’s pissed.

zoro’s voice is gruff as always, but his hands are careful if not outright gentle as he kneels to inspect her ankle before pulling her to her feet. “stay close,” he mutters, making sure that she’s nodded before cutting them a path through the fray. they bump into chopper next, and the doctor’s out cold over zoro’s shoulder in his regular form by the time sanji joins them to guard their flank. nami’s taken to just using her clima-tact as a bat for now, and it’s admittedly efficient.

she knew zoro would come. he always does. for all that they bicker and snip at each other, zoro has always protected his crew— even when said crew was just three people on what could barely be called a boat. he’d fought for her at arlong park and he fights for her now, his sword slicing over her head at an enemy she can’t see as she ducks low to jam her staff into another’s stomach.

they’ve moved closer to their ship when they find jinbei, then robin, then usopp, then brook and franky, and then zoro’s yelling luff, time to go! and their captain’s launching them all back onto the Sunny with a gleeful cackle that makes nami wheeze a laugh as they land in a mildly painful pile of limbs. somebody’s elbow digs into her ribs and she’s pretty sure that’s sanji’s bony kneecap pressed into her lower back. the swordsman swears as he sets about trying to pry them all apart and luffy seems to be actively fighting him, based on how his cursing’s getting more and more colourful.

behind them, their enemies burn, sliced to pieces. they debrief in the galley and zoro refuses to come away from the door until nami drags him by the ear and sanji threatens to personally shove dessert down his throat. they both know it’s because zoro’s still guarding them from a threat that doesn’t exist anymore.

they know he pretends not to care as much as he does. they know he keeps his words blunt and his swords sharp, but zoro lets luffy hang off him, unfazed, and makes a marginal effort to stick to nami’s budget even when he’s getting booze, and he eats his dessert. every last bit. he lets usopp fire moving targets to slice through so they can both practice. he keeps collateral damage when sparring with sanji to a minimum. he stitches whoever needs it up himself when chopper’s a little too tired.

and when his crew calls, he answers.

(now with a part from nami’s pov!)

[formulapisces]

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[rosesradio]

i try not to let dumbass fandom disk horse take up any space in my mind but now on behalf of the percico side of the fandom that had to deal with that entitled negativity i wanna write a percico drabble

actually the smuttier and more offensive the better

[peaches2217]

So, uh… tonight was cathartic as hell. Remember how I was raised in a church that became a cult and how it’s left me with thirteen metric tons of religious trauma, which I’ve only recently been able to start working through?

Tonight, I did something I’ve wanted to do for a very long time: I went back one last time to say goodbye.

We had a Blue Christmas service this evening at my church. I planned to attend just because it seemed like it would be peaceful, but it ended up opening my eyes to a loooooot of pain and grief I’m still holding onto. Today was the church I was raised in’s annual candlelight communion service in honor of Christmas. My whole family was there, except for me. I invited them to the Blue Christmas service and our own candlelight communion this coming Tuesday, and they rejected the offers, just as they’ve rejected every other invitation I’ve extended to them. My dad always said he wanted nothing more than for me to seek God with my whole heart, and now I’m finally in a place where I feel safe enough that I can… and it’s driven a wedge between us, because he’s convinced God could never reveal Himself to me so long as I’m openly and unrepentantly trans. This isn’t the first Christmas I haven’t gone to church with him, but it’s the first Christmas I’ve spent in church alone, and I didn’t realize until tonight how heavy my heart is as a result.

I ended up planting myself at the alter and just praying for a good twenty minutes after the service proper ended. There wasn’t any divine revelation, I just gave up all my fears and concerns and sorrows. About halfway through I felt a hand on my shoulder, and it stayed there until I finally got back up. It was one of my pastors, and he prayed with me until I was done; he offered me a hug and told me quietly that “God delights in you,” and that, no matter what I face, I won’t have to face it alone; God is always with me, and he and his wife (who’s the head pastor) will always welcome me. Talk about not even knowing what you needed to hear until you hear it. I was choking up. 😆

I sat outside and watched the stars for a bit because I just… didn’t wanna go home. I never do when I’m at church. I felt like there was more that needed to be done or experienced. Ultimately I decided to drive around for a little bit and just let my thoughts run wild. And as luck would have it, the path I chose took me past the church I was raised in… which was completely abandoned. They usually have evening service, but since it’s the last Sunday before Christmas, no service tonight.

I’m not really sure what compelled me to pull in, much less to get out of my car. But I did, and then my feet just started moving, and once I started, I didn’t wanna stop.

I visited as many places as I could without access to the inside of the church and just remembered. “This is the door that led to my dad’s Divorce Care class. I’d always poke my head in on Wednesday nights to see if I could nab some candy from the crystal bowl.” “This is where the swing set used to be. I’d play sick so I could swing instead of having to sit through sermons. Lots of lectures happened here.” “This is the AC unit I hid behind one of the last times I attended a service here. I hid here and cried and prayed someone would find me there and assure me I wasn’t as alone as I felt. No one did.”

Once I finished circling the outside of the church, I stood on the bridge overlooking the fish pond in front for a bit, because that was one of my favorite places to linger growing up. The rocks, the planks, everything was exactly how I remembered them. Then I waved at the nearest security camera, hopped back in my car, and pulled away. It seems kinda silly recounting it now, but I thanked the church and said “goodbye” out loud, then I was off down the road and I didn’t look back.

I don’t know if this will actually be helpful in the long run or if it truly gave me lasting closure. But for tonight, there’s peace. I’ve said my goodbyes on my own terms, and now I’m moving ahead, and for tonight at least, that’s enough.

(I also got this cool picture of one of the crosses on the side of the church. A cult it may be, but it’s a well-decorated cult. 😂)

[galpalaven]

I have seen Solas and his archetype compared to Fane from DOS2 before (he's compared to DAI-era Solas, with the difference that he's not constrained by being the next game's 'villain' so he's allowed to grow more as a person. In light of the DAtV reveals I don't think the comparison works as well anymore) but this is the first time I've seen him compared to Emet-Selch, so I tried to look that game up without getting spoiled too hard (jrpgs are usually not really my thing, but I had some fun with ff15, so I figured ff14 should be modern enough that I can get a kick out of it if they game systems aren't too obnoxious) and it's an... mmo? An mmo. An Emet-Selch is a villain who shows up for one story arc, gets a cameo (or is it a flashback? I couldn't really make sense of it from the blurb I found) in another and that's all.

I agree with much of the DAtV criticism, but are we really comparing the paper-thin writing of an mmo to the rich world and lore of the Dragon Age games? DAtV wastes a lot of its potential, but that still feels like an extremely and incomprehensibly uncharitable stance to take.

Rich coming from someone who didn’t look up the plot and hasn’t fucking played the dreaded mmo??

You know the other part of MMO is RPG.

You’ve looked up nothing, read nothing, and haven’t played FFXIV at all. How would you know what the writing is like? You wouldn’t!

You have zero fuckin room to stand on claiming it’s worse than Dragon Age JUST because it’s an MMORPG. Go read the lore or watch a video (here this one directly compares Solas and Emet-Selch) and come back when you’ve done your homework lmfao

[now-whos-doing-that]

Made this at like 1am like a month ago and did not even have a second thought about it until today when I rediscovered it and I felt the need to share. Will update the slideshow when I watch movies 4-6 🫡

[ideologyofone]

Oh okay this one’s got a little kick to it!

[milogreer]

i’m only halfway through this milo ea but

[canisonicscrewyou]

Hey uhhhhh. Hey what if I told you guys—

The first night Amelia Pond settles into a house with a crack in her bedroom wall, a different TARDIS crashes just behind Brian Williams’ back garden. Rory Williams spends the next 25-and-2000 years trying to live out a normal human life. Hey, he tried his best. But all good things must come to an end.

Have you found yourself floating about in the ether of the chameleon arch for about 2025 years? Do you find yourself having… Difficulty adjusting to your new physical form? Trouble remembering how things were before? Can you go back to who you were before the watch? Do you remember? Can you go back? Do you remember? Can you go back? Can you go back? … Can you… stop doing that?

THE Rory!Master/ Darvill!Master Fanfic I won’t shut up about writing. Eleventh Doctor & Ponds AU with timeline fuckery to come. Transgender Rory Williams while he still exists, but he haunts the narrative well afterwards. Generally queer Amy Pond, and Melody Zucker. Hold my hand. If you love the Ponds and hated s7A Doctor Who this one’s for you. Actually if you love the Ponds most of this prologue is for you. hearts.

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

umm so fun thing- an anon was mean again, but this one affected me more than normal for some reason, sooo I shall post less ✨personality✨ here bc pain, soooo pls follow @the-curators-bullshit for hhof personality. thank you and goodnight lol

[drunkonjazzandwine]

[doctorwhoarchive]

haven’t stopped thinking about this specific part of the script and the implications of it for a few weeks now