#please tell me if i'm wrong

[ponk-fonk]

This is probably nothing but thinking about jace and what his motivation could be besides him and porter being in some kind of toxic yaoi situationship and how they've been a duo since the beginning, what if jace wanted Cassandra's domain to match Porter taking Ankara's

[blondthndrninja]

Law is that dorky dad who would try to name their child Sora because that is the main character in his favorite series.

[montysoup]

Forgive me if I'm wrong, but doesn't it kinda seen like Midoriya's like kinda wasted on Endeavor?

Cause I was just thinking and like wouldn't Miruko have been a better fit for him?

I haven't read the Manga or actually seen the anime but I've kept up with most things so like I obviously wouldn't know best but like c'mon.

Midoriya's constantly compared to rabbits and bunny's, Miruko IS A RABBIT!! Midoriya had that whole arc where he was like 'Let's use my legs' and what not, MIRUKO'S SHOWN TO PRIMARILY UAE HER LEGS. They both jump around a shit ton.

Idk, I just feel like she would've been a perfect choice, keep in mind I'm biased, I fuckin love Miruko and I wish she got more screen time that wasn't just her limbs being torn off but beggars can't be choosers I suppose.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

As someone who is guilty of loving all three of these (and who is currently writing one of them), I'm curious to see what others think.

[m4kkie]

I'm actually so pissed off at Capcom right now. I LOVED Dragon's Dogma 1 so was massively looking forward to 2. Already knew about the performance issues, whatever, this is the new norm sadly so I was gonna wait for fixes while avoiding spoilers.

But, no. It's worse than that. If reviews are to be believed they've done quite easily one of the scummiest things I have EVER seen a developer do and if it's true the game deserves, in my opinion, to be boycotted as a result.

(Please tell me if the following is not true, I'd love that to be the case.)

So from what I'm understanding, the game has a bunch of microtransactions. Ok, singleplayer game, scummy. The thing is, one of these microtransactions is required in order to change the appearance of your character. As a big MonHun fan, I kind of saw this coming.

The crux of the issue: once you have created your character, you cannot make a new one with a new appearance. You can't even delete them in order to do so. You get ONE character, it's tied to the server, so you can't even delete it locally. So if you want a new appearance EVER? You have to pay for it.

Nah, I'm done. This is a new kind of greed I'm not willing to support, I don't care how sad it makes me that I need to avoid the long awaited sequel to a game I loved.

[postsfromthedark]

I can't remember- was Sophie's family religious? did they touch on that at all? like, Christian or jewish or Muslim doesn't matter - were they atheist? ik they were anti-vax, and anti-vaxxers tend to be religious or spiritual (not in a bad way, just tend to correlate).

i'd love for Sophie to talk about it - if she was or wasn't, or at least let her explain what religion is to a species that seems to have no concept of Gods - or death as a normal thing.

[ottosboy]

Why does everyone think papyrus' cooking is bad? Like the only time I could think of his food being off when it was frozen and being eaten by that mouse but wouldn't regular pasta do that in really cold place. Have I missed something no one else has?

[ironmyrmidon]

The seething hatred that Islamophobes have towards hijabis is absurdly intense. The idea of women with a slightly different idea of modesty drives them into a frenzy.

It's gotta be misogyny, right? These people don't melt down when they see a keffiyeh. It's bigots thinking they should control how women dress.

[nullroid]

can you share more information about your metalhead + pink ocs? they're very cute!!

Oh I almost missed this because it was hidden in my notifications!

Of course I can :>

They're kinda my nameless comfort couple to draw haha. I just wanted to have fun and not think too much about stories etc. But as usual they did develop a little bit of lore, so I shall share the tidbits that I do have:

They're both in Uni for fashion design, but they didn't meet at University. They were the only people they showed up for a re-screening of Gulliver's travels with Jack Black. Being the only people in the cinema pink gal asked if she could sit next to metal girl and that's how they met!

After that they kept running into eachother, became good friends because of mutual interests in music, games and ofc fashion.

Pink girl always chooses their couple Halloween costumes and sometimes bases them on quite obscure internet ships and metal girl let's her because it makes her happy. They're both into gaming but pink girl is chronically online and metal girl is more of a casual enjoyer that know nothing of the drama or much about the developers.

One of them has a quite big Instagram following, but it's because a friend of metal girl took a picture of her going grocery shopping and it went viral.

After getting together their styles have melded a bit more together and they often switch up clothes.

Metal girl is incredibly good at makeup and pink girl will beg her to do her makeup for events.

Pink girl is taller than metal girl but almost no one knows because she wears platforms everywhere she goes

Pink girl is always the one that wears all colourful clothing to events that specifies all black clothing

[orionthecritter]

I understand that this person was trying to show their support in Palestine, but Jesus christ people, give them positive criticism then just full on hating them and scolding them when its obvious they were trying to show their support, even if the post seems a bit off.

Quickly adding that I fully understand everyone's criticism, alot of them are fully valid and I'm just saying that it would be better to teach them that this is post is a bit off Rather then full on hating them.

Please tell me if I worded this weirdly or if you're getting the wrong message, I wanna make sure I'm not saying anything wrong.

"I must feed the young ones!!!"

[the-barefoot-hatter]

I've seen a few Billford fics where Dipper is onto/extremely suspicious that Bill isn't exactly "human", but I think the reverse concept is much much funnier... where Dipper's convinced Ford is the cryptid and Bill is 100% the normal guy

Dipper "Paranoia" Pines: "Mabel, don't you think there's something WEIRD about Great-Uncle Ford??? He barely sleeps, he wears a turtleneck AND coat in the middle of summer, he has a ranked blood 'flavor profile' list, he always sneaking around at night, he always smells like brunt hair... which is... also weird but not really a sign of anything I guess... but I still think he's vampire? Maybe?? -chewing pen, frantically searching The Monster Book of Monsters for more clues- Mabel: "What, Dipper, you're crazy! Right Grunkle Bill?" Bill Cipher -clearly doing something supernatural, up to and including still being a floating triangle in a top hat- "Gee, I dunno Shooting Star, personally I've always suspected my hubbie's a shaved Bigfoot... how else do you explain Stan?" Dipper -oblivious to the real cryptid in the shack-: SEE, yes, thank you, good to know we have one voice of reason in this house!

[inkskinned]

oh you know it's all latestage capitalism but the thing is. how are you supposed to be a person inside of this. a person trying to be a better version of yourself.

oh, you started working young, which was kind of hard, but it's just the way stuff works sometimes. and it was 2008 and your family couldn't afford heat. but it's fine, you grow a spine and get used to the professional world and besides it was the suburbs we're talking about here, like, your life could have been actually hard, so what if your father lost his job and you can't afford to move or turn the lights back on. and once you start making money, it's good. you keep doing that. because now they're relying on you. so you have to do that.

oh you were in thousands of dollars of debt at 17 years old so that you could go to school, because you have to go to school if you want to get a "real" job. you even did it "right", you worked parttime and attended community college before you transferred to a public school. you were under so many merit scholarships.

which is fine. you pick yourself up and you say like, okay. i graduated college. i'm holding down a job. i'm doing the Adult Thing, which looks and acts like this, according to all the books i've read. you start with the shitty job and then you climb that corporate ladder.

but the shitty job doesn't cover rent and you stretch yourself too-thin so you get sick. good luck with that. the shitty job no longer pays for your meals. everyone asks why you don't just move, but there's nowhere to move to. and with what money are you going to be moving? and then the loans come back, because they were never going to forgive them, because you were 17 and trying to do the right thing, which was stupid. people are now saying you shouldn't have even gone to school.

which is fine. but because you have no other option, so you do the shitty job, and you apply every day for like 5 new ones, and despite the fact everyone says "there's no one who wants to work!" it's actually just that nobody is fucking hiring so you can either work for 13 dollars an hour in the shitty place you know (where at least you have a passingly friendly relationship with the manager) or you can start from scratch again with a different 13 dollars an hour without knowing how much abuse from the new job you'll be taking.

and if you quit you lose your insurance. if you quit you lose your housing. if you quit, you'll be another burnout kid. the lazy ones. these assholes, look at them!

and you come home to a family dinner and you hear from your father the same old thing. how he worked hard at his job and yes it sucked for a while but he was able to provide for the family and then the house and the dog and the rest of barbie's dream vacation. how the insurance did cover some of it. how you just really need to start speaking up more in manager conversations so they know you're a go-getter. you want to tell him - did you know we're actually doing more now hourly than any previous generation? - but you can't remember where you heard that statistic, and you're far too tired for the fucking argument. and then he starts in on his usual bit. where's the house? where's your kids? where's your ambition.

the same job the same money the same hours doesn't do it anymore. the same nose-to-the-grindstone now just shreds your face off. there's no such thing as upwards mobility, not really. and as far as you're aware, the money certainly is not trickling. you do the soulless stupid shit you signed up for because you fucking have to or else you literally risk your life (food, the apartment, the insurance), but it's not getting you anything. you download the stupid "save more" app and you budget and you do every right thing and then the price of eggs is 7 dollars and you say - oh great! another thing i have to fucking worry about now!

and you go to your stupid job and everyone in your father's generation just tells you to be better about being an adult. they have their homes and their savings account and their bailout and they say. well have you tried not drinking starbucks. well your generation just spends too much on clothing. well you might just be too addicted to travelling. and you - because you need the job - you bite your tongue and don't say i am being held prisoner and you're suggesting i stop pacing my cell if i don't like the scenery and you don't say what the fuck do you think i've been doing with my money and you don't say i haven't spent a cent on something nice in literally forever much less coffee you arrogant asshole. you open and close your bank app and check your loans and check your credit score and check fucking zillow and ziprecruiter and apartments.com just one time more. and still they give you that demeaning little grin and say - see, what you need is -

what you need is for your meds to stop being so fucking expensive. what you need is for the housing bubble to explode into dust. what you need is for billionaires to choke on their wealth. what you need is actual help. what you will get is more economic advice from people who are older-and-wiser.

and above you, almost in a glimmer, you can see the wedged smile of your debt getting toothier, wider.

[vcrnons]

WE ARE LIKE FLOWERS THAT BLOOM IN MAY. RAINDROP ON ME, ON ME.

[introspectivememories]

too many of you guys think nico is the loser and not lewis for letting the divorce go on for so long. like they're both losers about each other. emotionally constipated idiots who can't talk about their toxic homoerotic friendship that imploded on itself like 8 years ago and are now making it everyone else's problem. yeah nico's on television or in beer gardens talking about lewis all the time but like every other month some reporter is like "lewis, what's your favorite moment in your career?" and lewis no hesitation is like "oh man, karting, y'know? everything was simpler then" and then spends another six months skirting around nico's name. like this whole thing they're doing in the media isn't some kinda extended foreplay for them. they're both still pressing on the bruise to make sure it's still there!!! every few months, they're literally just asking on public television, does it still hurt for you like it does for me? and like clockwork, someone will release new information about them or one of them will say something about each other (in my heart, he's still my best friend/yes... and teammate) and the answer will remain the same, yes, of course, always.

[brucie-baby]

mitski // outsiders v3 #21 // ask polly // the new teen titans v2 #61 // lyra // robin v4 #13 // silas denver melvin // batman #605 // leah horlick

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt#148 Part 2

Danny feels himself grow bright red and the two stare into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity. 

“I- Uh… I’m Danny” He finally managed to mutter. 

“Damian Wayne, its a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Danny's blush grew even brighter as the next moment Damian kissed his hand, Danny couldn’t help but feel flustered. 

After a moment  Danny rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and stuttered out, “It’s nice, to meet you too” He could tell how happy Damian was to meet him and he felt a little bad for feeling nervous in the first place. Danny thought Damian was cute and he decided then that he wouldn’t mind getting to know him a little better. First they had to get through the rest of the gala, and soon as he thought about the gala something clicked. 

He realized Damian was the son of Bruce Wayne who at the moment was talking to his own parents. He couldn’t help but stare as he let the information sink in. 

“Ah yes it looks like Father is talking to some of the scientists that were invited.” Ancients, Danny knew his parents couldn’t help being themselves and unfortunately that meant things like accidentally spilling fudge right onto Mr. Wayne's suite. They watched as Mr. Wayne told his parents it wasn’t a problem and then walked out of the room. 

Danny couldn’t help but sigh, “Sorry about them, my parents are a little eccentric. Don’t even get me started on their obsession with ghosts, my dad will not shut up sometimes.” Danny rubbed the back of his neck nervously again as he realized he was rambling a little bit. 

“Don’t worry it looks like Father handled the situation well, although I am curious what kind of inventions two scientists obsessed with ghosts create. That’s what this gala is about, we want to support scientists in untapped fields of study.” Danny listened as his soulmate explained things to him. 

Danny looked over to see Vlad talking to a thin scientist in the corner of the room. He was definitely up to something, a ball like this had Vlad scheming something with a mad scientist written all over it. 

He was brought out from his thoughts as a loud crash could be heard as the wall across the room burst open and none other than the Joker walked through.

Danny tried to make his way to the other side of the gala, strangely Damian had disappeared but Danny didn’t have the time to look for him.  

However when he got to the door staying low to the ground the door burst through and more of Joker's goons looked straight at him and he found himself tied up right in front of the Joker. 

“What do we have here? A new Wayne?” Joker said as he cupped Danny's face in his hand. Danny couldn’t do anything about the situation and he was getting a little scared considering he didn’t have a proper way to go ghost or protect his soulmate at the moment. 

The Joker circled around the tied up hostages laughing, “Of course now the fun begins”

The Joker continued to circle around the hostages thinking for a moment before he grabbed Danny.

He held Danny by the back of the shirt like a small kitten. His obsession was making him wonder if his soulmate was safe living in Gotham. Joker chuckled as he continued to hold Danny.

“This kid will be an example for the rest of you, I don’t want any outbursts like that again, especially when Batman gets here. Do you think Batman will like what I’ve done with the place?” He asked as he gestured around the ruined room. All of the tables and chairs had either been broken or knocked over and all of the food from the dessert and appetizer tables. It was quite the mess. Before Joker could do much else with the teen he had dangling in his grasp something flew out and smacked Joker right in the back of the head causing him to drop Danny.

Danny took that opportunity to get away, his hands may have been tied but his feet were sure free. He stumbled away as Batman dropped down and a fight between him and the Joker commenced. 

Danny ran towards the door and as he got there Robin and Nightwing were there ushering some of the other hostages out of the room. 

“Right this way citizens!” Nightwing said brightly at them but he seemed to brighten up a bit more when he saw Danny weirdly. 

“Have either of you seen Damian Wayne?” Danny asked, he at least wanted to get his number, especially when he was headed back to Amity soon.

They seemed to share a look before looking back at him, “Damian left, he’s headed safely back to Wayne manor.” Robin said but he held out a piece of paper. On it was Damians signature and his phone number. Danny sighed a little annoyed he had left but he guessed it was common to head back home after a rogue attack in Gotham. 

“Danny!!” the booming voice of Jack Fenton was suddenly heard and Danny felt himself getting pulled into a very familiar bear hug. 

“Did you have fun at the gala? Your father and I saw you talking to Mr. Wayne's son,” His mother said after his feet were back on the ground. 

“Yeah, actually can we talk about that after we’re back in our room?” He wanted to tell his parents he found his soulmate but saying that outloud when Damian was the son of Bruce Wayne sounded like a bad idea. 

They headed back to the hotel room and all Danny could think about was how lucky he was to have met his soulmate tonight, even if he was nervous about everything.

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