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soupy-sez · 1 year ago
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DISTRICT B13 [Banlieue 13] (2004) dir. Pierre Morel
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connabeth · 3 months ago
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This is so niche but I get so unreasonably annoyed when Rick describes girls’ outfits. Like sorry who tf wears an oversized hoodie with distressed jeans and doc martens?? What does Rick have against leggings or sweatpants or yoga pants with a sweatshirt?? Has he ever met a teenage girl in the past 10 years because no one wears that
bisexuals
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ms-scarletwings · 9 months ago
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“They might even name your autopsy video after me!”
“Our First Chase” - Kevin Manthei
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fernflowerss · 2 years ago
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Ranboo's next youtube upload will be titled
WE TRIED TO BREAK INTO AN ABANDONED MALL ❗GONE WRONG❗
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savage-rhi · 6 months ago
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New battle cry of 2024: "GIVE ME THE GUMMY WORMS YOU BAMBI-EYED BITCH!"
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war-finding-reason · 3 months ago
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genuinely I think what made play mgr so stupid fun to me is the “ninja run” feature. Because it’s just. It’s just a fucking parkour button. You hold it and you legitimately do (unrealistic) parkour.
Ever since I started doing parkour this year, I can’t help but imaging the characters I’m playing doing the stuff I’m learning and yet with mgr I can just WATCH and actually DO IT (to an unrealistic standard)
Seeing this man do Kong vaults and absolutely impossible box climbs?! Mwah.
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juniette13 · 11 months ago
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I had a dream last night where my dad gave me a Freddy Fazbear suit and I was like “Oh this is cool!” so I put it on and suddenly the cops were outside our house and thought I killed somebody?? So obviously the most reasonable course of action I took was to escape on horseback, which lead the policemen to chase after me, also on horseback
That horse was doing so much parkour cause of me
(What makes this even funnier is that I used to take horseback riding lessons 💀💀💀)
But anyway yeah silly dream I thought I’d share!
OH I ALSO ONCE HAD A DREAM ABOUT AN ALCOHOLIC CAT! That can be for a separate Tumblr post though
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shivunin · 1 year ago
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For Arianwen and Zevran, 10, 12, and 16 :)
Thank you so much for asking! c:
(Ask List)
10. What scares them about entering a relationship?
I think for both of them, the idea of vulnerability/weakness in general.
More specifically, Zev is the first person Wen has actually felt attraction for. Wanting to be with someone in any capacity belongs to an entirely new set of impulses she hasn't really made sense of yet (which is new and frightening in and of itself). Beyond that, the idea of being vulnerable in any way (emotionally physically, etc.) is extremely difficult for her. It's a huge leap of faith just to kiss him, let alone allow herself to relax into the idea of being in a relationship.
For Zevran---after everything else, allowing someone to actually know him at all is a risk. He has lived for a very long time in a world where all weakness will be exploited, and he has seen firsthand that to love someone is to set a knife in their hands and hope they won't use it.
12. How much independence do they prefer in a relationship—do they want to share their lives as much as possible with their partner, or do they prefer to mostly do their own thing and let their partner do their own thing?
They're both pretty independent in general, but I think they do better once they're able to see each other daily. I don't think they ever really want to retire to the country and start a farm, for example, but the stretches of time when Zev is in Antiva and Arianwen is in Ferelden, they're both miserable. So---independent with an asterisk.
16. If they had the ability to just spend free time with their partner, what would they do? Would they go out or stay inside?
Arianwen's favorite pastime is fighting, so probably sparring. They also chase each other around and/or race. I think either can happen inside or out, but if they're going into the city they tend to go when they don't expect thick crowds because being around too many people puts Wen on edge.
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we-are-a-dragon · 2 years ago
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Marijn (playing Godric): I want to make an Arcana check to track the devil, it must have a strong arcane signature. Natural 20!
DM: You can see almost a heat signature through the building ahead of you.
Marijn: Like in Assassin's Creed?
DM: Exactly. Una, what are you doing?
Andy (playing Una): I want to climb up to the roof and run along the roofs. Can I see over the city?
DM: There's not much of a view. You can climb up, but I don't really see what you'll gain.
Andy: I really just want to avoid jumping out of the window and taking falling damage.
DM: Ohhh. Yeah, go ahead and make an Athletics check to climb up.
Andy: ...It's a 3.
DM: Great! You take extra falling damage.
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yume-fanfare · 2 years ago
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kohaku vs emu poll is doing something to me i wanna start screaming and biting people like. i understand why parents get so heated at their children’s sports events now
SKFJSKFJSKDJSM im picturing you at a race emu vs kohaku screaming at the top of your lungs (mama is next to you yelling as well) (so is rinne)
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808gigawatt · 2 years ago
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chais surprisingly chill with korsica when she tried to kill him so badly
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muzzlemouths · 2 years ago
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Angst AND foreshadowing? Muzzle you sweet thing, how generous of you. I shall get my finest cutlery for this delicious meal when you present it to us 😌
Not too much foreshadowing, since it's only the second chapter, but I'm sliding enough of the sauce in there so you guys will start to get a better understanding of things being Not Quite Right in the mall :)
But! You also get to know Moon a little better (and maybe even win some brownie points) this time, so there's some cushioning for the angst. Gotta have both!
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arathergrimreaper · 2 years ago
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A fourth contender for your consideration:
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awarmbowlofhomemadesoup · 2 months ago
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Airplane knowing what would happen in the Immortal Alliance Conference, trained the An Ding Peak disciples on how to dodge and run fast to escape. One basic training he had thought of was the game of tag. Easy, no?
This, unfortunately attracted the Bai Zhan disciples who adapted the game into an extreme sport (like the World Chase Tag championship).
While An Ding focused on evasion, Bai Zhan emphasized on capture like:
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This, more unfortanately, got the students to wonder: who would win in a competitive parkour of tag between the peak lords of An Ding and Bai Zhan?
Enter a chase scene tournament that could be played with Yakety Sax music while the other peak lords tried not to crack a rib from trying not to laugh.
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parcai · 2 years ago
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bruh my graduating class was so fucking weird...
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batchilla · 2 months ago
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Your new partner is Grayson.
He’s a weird guy.
Not necessarily a bad guy, but a weird one.
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He’s not cold, in fact he’s rather friendly. However, when you really consider it, he volunteered very little information on his personal life. Reasonable, you suppose. So long as he has your back in the field and gets his reports done, you don’t need to be best friends.
Your new partner Grayson is a recent Gotham transplant. You’d never personally been, but you weren’t oblivious to how utterly mad the city was. You could hardly blame him for getting out.
Your new partner Grayson, tenses up whenever someone mentions the Batman, or any of the nutcases he fights. You don’t pry.
You do your own research.
Your new partner Grayson watched his parents die. He’d been taken in by Gotham’s favourite son, a man he seemed reluctant to speak of. He’d had, and lost a brother, to the most deranged man Gotham, if not the world, had ever known.
You stop mentioning Gotham around him after that.
Your new partner Grayson is a weird guy, who seems constantly surprised whenever you demonstrate competency.
At first you’d suspected sexism. It wouldn’t have been your first partner to have that failing.
After a few days though, you catch him being equally surprised when officer Jackson makes a connection on a string of breaking and entries, and realise that perhaps he’s just not used to the cops not being utterly reliant on a very scary angsty furry and a small child without pants.
Your new partner, Grayson, is a weird guy, who disappears sometimes. Middle of a chase he’ll be gone, and you won’t see him again for sometimes as long as hours, before he’s back. More often than not, somehow through some insane luck, the perp will have been taken down by Bludhaven’s new vigilante, and tied to a lamppost for you to find. You both hated and envied his luck.
Your new partner Grayson was a weird guy… and he was a damn good cop.
He made connections like no one else. It was like he had some sort of sixth sense. You’d asked him once, about how he seemed to know all he did. How he seemed to have access to a whole other database of clues you just couldn’t see.
And he’d smiled that cheeky smile of his, and told you he’d been consulting an oracle.
Your new partner, Grayson, moves like nothing you’ve ever seen.
You’d initially attributed it to his past as an acrobat. The way he could simply parkour over and around anything in his way, run faster then he had any right to, chase down a perp like a bloodhound.
It was more than that though. You’d say without hesitation that if you were in a firefight, he’s who you’d want at your side. You must’ve owed him your life three times over by now. Even in those situations though, when no one would have blamed him for the use of lethal force, he never had.
You’d been pinned down by a smuggling ring. You, Grayson, and ten of them - all armed to the teeth.
He’d been incredible. Superhuman, almost.
Someone had shot out the lights. He’d told you one of the smugglers must have missed. You’d never once believed him.
Ten smugglers. You’d managed to knock out and cuff one, unwilling to risk taking a shot blind.
The other nine? Those had been your partner. He had them unconscious in a heap by the time your eyes had adjusted.
No bullet wounds. He’d done it hand to hand.
You didn’t know exactly what he was hiding, but you knew he was hiding something. You decided not to call him out on it. Not as long as you trusted that whatever he was using his … inexplicable skills for was good.
And trust you did.
Grayson was a good man. Even knowing little about him
Which was why this betrayal hurt so badly.
“Say again?”
You’d sat in relative silence in an unmarked police car for about half an hour on a stakeout, and Richard Grayson had just said the worst sentence you’d ever heard. You’d never been so utterly horrified.
“Peeps popcorn.” He says, holding up the tupperware containing an atrocious biohazard, grinning from ear to ear.
“One more time please?” you fight to keep up your faked anger, but fail in the face of that fucking smile.
Honestly, it should be some sort of crime to smile like that. Like everything would work out in the end, so long as you could keep him smiling at you.
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“Peeps. Popcorn.” He says it a third time. He’s trying and failing not to laugh at her, at the way her mouth twists and flails to maintain a frown.
He was tempted to tell her it was in vain. He’d broken Batman, and he’d make her smile too.
Honestly, she had such a pretty smile. Not that he’d say that, she was his partner, and they needed to keep things professional.
“It’s my turn to provide stakeout snacks, and so,” he lifts the lid of the peeps popcorn balls.
“Peeps popcorn.”
She rolls her eyes, and looks out the window of the passenger side. But she’s smiling. “It is one of life’s great injustices,” she huffs “that you can eat like that and maintain your… impressive physique.”
Dick feels his chest puff out a little. While he had been able to tell all along that she had a crush on him, but he’d never risk acting on it. Still, it felt nice to be complemented by her.
“Seriously, do you clock off and just do the ninja warrior course all night or something?” She muses, her head against the window, looking at him out of the side of her eye.
“Not exactly,” he replies, sitting back in his seat, bringing his foot up onto the cushion. “Try one.” he presses, poking her side with the container.
She takes one, rolling her eyes and nibbles at the neon cluster of popcorn.
“No. no.” she gags, “oh that's nasty. Oh, it's so sweet. Why? Why Grayson. Why would you do this to me?” she asks, setting the sticky concoction on the divider between their seats.
Dick just laughs “I am determined to make you a peeps convert.”
“Never, regular marshmallows are fine.”
“Peeps are rainbow.”
“How old are you?”
“There is no age too old to enjoy whimsy, Detective.” he responds, biting into his own.
“Besides, are you implying that rainbow marshmallows are irregular? In this day and age? Tut tut.”
“We are not making me out to be a homophobe over peeps!” she protests, still laughing, slightly taken aback at the audacity.
“If you say so.” he says, stretching his arms over his head and into the backseat. Stakeouts were terrible. He was not built to sit still in a confined space for hours at a time. However, this one provided a useful opportunity he cannot afford to waste.
Not to torment her with his war of attrition for peeps supremacy - though that was fun.
He needed to be sure of something else.
“Well. You being wrong about peeps aside. I … wanted to check back on a file from a few months ago. You uh… you didn’t move the Holt murder file, did you?”
“Holt.” she clicks her tongue in thought “the guy with…” she gestures to her chest.
“That's the guy.”
“Not knowingly. I haven’t had cause to reopen it. No new leads. I tried to track down the kid… He didn’t want a bar for me. Guess I can’t blame him. I offered the help I could… but well… the last time someone helped him his dad got brutally murdered. He’s staying in the tent city by the docks, best I can figure.” She seems to feel guilty as soon as she says it, but Dick doesn’t blame her.
He had paid for that room. If he hadn’t… who knows what might have happened?
“But if someone moved it?” he prompts, not wanting to dwell on that gnawing guilt.
“Wasn’t me.”
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Your new partner, Grayson, was a weird guy who ate strange and terrible foods.
He blames himself for what happened to poor Mr Holt. Because he was good to the core, and somehow that had led to something utterly twisted.
He’s also standing on your balcony. On the 20th floor.
And it all makes sense now.
Your apartment isn’t particularly nice. It was small, and frequently disorganised. Especially when you got overly invested in a case.
You’d been texted many gifs of the conspiracy board meme by friends over the years.
Work life balance? Not something you’d ever seen much value in.
And now, your unfairly attractive new partner Grayson was in your apartment, in full vigilante getup.
You need to find a way to be normal about that in ten seconds or less, because he’s staring at you, and you're staring at him, and it's starting to get awkward.
“Hello.” you eek out.
He greets you as Detective, followed by your first and last name.
Unusually formal, for him. Unless… unless he somehow thinks a few inches of fabric in the shape of a wingding is going to fool you.
Unless he thinks he’s got you hoodwinked.
“Nightwing… to what do I owe the pleasure?”
He leans in the doorframe, his hands braced against its top, so he is leaning into your space without touching you, and giving you plenty of ability to step back if you so chose. You don’t.
“I have reason to suspect there’s a serial killer moving though Bludhaven. And that whoever they are, they have someone in your precinct on the payroll.”
You fold your arms, bristling.
“Not sure I appreciate the accusation.” Sure, the bludhaven police department was ridiculously corrupted. But you’d hope that your partner would have at least the trust in you not to think you’d help a serial killer.
“No accusation.” he reassures “a request for help. I need someone I can trust inside the department. And my source says that’s you, sherlock.”
His source? Was he kidding?
No. No he wasn’t.
Oh this was madness.
This was hysterical.
He really, truly thinks that you can’t know him outside of his streetwear. And he’s trying to pass it off like he doesn’t know himself either.
Perhaps you should tell him you know.
But… Grayson and his peeps tomfoolery isn’t the only one who can have fun.
“So… you’re asking me to… what, exactly?” You prompt, unfolding your arms, willing to give him a chance.
Nightwing offers you a smile. It’s slightly different from Richard Graysons.
It’s just as sunny, and it makes you feel just as warm and fuzzy and giggly inside. You have to fight even harder to stop yourself blushing, given how much less this getup leaves to the imagination then his usual dress pants, shirt and tie.
But it’s a little more … brazzen. Flirtatious. More… cocky. Sure, He was always at least a bit of a show off, but as nightwing? He was one of the most capable, incredible people alive, and he wasn’t shy about it.
Oh, you were doomed. But that was a problem for later.
“I’m asking you to keep an eye on the ‘heartless’ case. Holt… he’s not the only one and I think there’s going to be more. And, to be blunt?”
He stands up straight, and puts an arm on your shoulder.
“It’s a big request. But you might be the only person in that station who I have real confidence in.”
You wonder what that says about his relationship with himself, but like so many things with Richard, you don’t ask.
“I can do that.”
“And I understand that it’s dange— I’m sorry, did you just agree?” he cuts himself off, staring at you.
You laugh then, just the once.
You owed him your life many times over as his partner. But as nightwing?
Since he’d come on the scene, you’d actually felt like something mattered. Like change could happen.
Like someone was willing to help the people of Bludhaven not to reap a profit, but because the system you’d once hoped to help restore was broken at its very core, and restoration wasn’t the solution - reformation and fundamental change was. And you didn’t know how to do that.
But then Nightwing had come onto the scene, and started kicking the asses of the worst of the worst, and you had felt like you had when you’d joined the force, bright eyed, bushy tailed, and determined to make a difference.
Before the incident. And every other day, when you’d felt that optimism slowly being crushed to death, into a fine powder and blown away in the wind.
“Yeah.” you say, and agreeing to help is one of the best feelings in the world. You get to help. To make a real difference.
“Bludhaven owes you a hell of a lot, Nightwing… seems like the least I can do is tell you if anything weird comes up.”
“Right. Thank you.” he clearly wasn’t expecting this. Maybe he’d thought it would be a harder sell.
“If I do… have anything for you, how should I alert you?”
He passes you a wingding. “Put this in your window. I’ll check in every few days.”
You raise an eyebrow “all your fancy tech and you don’t have a phone”
He shrugs “phones are traceable. Plausibly just something you picked up on a case as a trinket that you ‘forgot’ to log in evidence left on a windowsill? Lot harder to trace.”
“Fair.” you acknowledge.
“Besides.” he steps backwards onto your balcony once more “your place is on one of my main patrol routes. Can’t let anything happen to the best looking detective Blud’s got.”
You scoff, without any real offence. You know he’s only playing, and that he does, as Richard, respect your intellect more then your appearance - but you suppose as ‘nightwing’ he doesn’t know you that well.
“I think you mean best detective full stop.” you respond, and he gives a small bow of playful deference.
“But of course, sherlock.”
And then he’s gone.
That night, you don’t sleep.
You felt so stupid. He’s nightwing. He’s been nightwing the whole time.
The skills. The disappearing. The way he seemed to just… know things.
The way he tensed whenever someone mentioned Gotham.
… the timing of Robin reportedly becoming a child again.
Had your new partner, Grayson, been Robin?
Had he been using the Batman's archives to solve cases? Was that his so called oracle?
… wait.
Was Bruce Wayne the FUCKING BATMAN?
You screamed into your pillow. You were laying awake, face down in your bed, because now you had realised far too many things in one night.
The first: Your new partner is Nightwing.
The second: Bruce Wayne might be Batman.
The third: you, enchanted by that fucking perfect smile, had agreed to help track down a serial killer stealing hearts.
The fourth: Your new partner, Richard Grayson, between his stupid snacks, the Alfred Pennyworth foundation he’s been working to get off the ground, and his work as Nightwing, will save Bludhaven, you know it to your core.
And the fifth. The worst, and scariest part of your night: You may very well have fallen in love with him.
Chapter two
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