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monpalace · 2 years ago
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necrotic-nephilim · 4 months ago
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what are your favourite batcest ships and why?
AAA i love this question so much. i'm going to limit myself to a top five, because otherwise, i'd just end up listing all of them. the true joy of batcest is they're all so good for such different reasons and there are so many unique dynamics you can explore.
JayTim - it's funny bc, before i started this blog, i don't know if i would've put these two losers as my number one. but because i've done so much deep diving into their dynamic and i write them the most, i think it'd be a disservice for them to be anything *but* number one. their canon dynamic is just. so fun to play with. i truly love all of their interactions, particularly pre-Flashpoint. the concepts of Tim holding such contempt for Jason while Jason is weirdly obsessed with Tim. i'm a fan of Hannibal and Killing Eve and well. if this isn't a Hannigram-coded ship idk *what* is. i like ships where love and hate co-exist and there's no real "happily ever after", just fucked up co-existing, where they crawl back to each other like a bad habit and really, this ship is that so perfectly. the themes of jealousy in the Robin mantle. Tim wearing Jason's Red Robin suit to punish himself. i will likely never shut up about them. even in the New-52, there's such a substance to them, though the dynamic is wildly different. they will always be so weirdly dependent on each other's existence. i love them.
BruDick - you can't outdo the doer, i fear. i think i like BruDick mostly for the history of it, yk. there's genuinely *so much* queer history seeped into the homoeroticism of Batman and Robin, these two have been a symbol for queer people for decades. but the ship itself has so many dynamics i love. problematic age gap, "are we family or lovers", "i can't be in a room alone with you without getting into a screaming match but if you called i drop everything for you". all of it. i especially favor 80s/90s BruDick when they were in their divorce era just because it's so messy. Dick has canonically said he would die for Bruce, even during their arguments. no matter what, these two will always be single-mindedly devoted to each other. there will be other Robins, but none of them will compare to Dick Grayson, for Bruce. it's a unique and complicated bond that has endless layers to peel back. they always crawl back to each other bc no one else will match their level of intensity.
DamiTim - years and years ago, when i was a teen trying to people-please with how i existed in fandom, i used to insist i didn't like batcest and found it icky and gross. but there was one DamiTim fic that was my exception. that fic was my fucking roman empire. i reread it like once a year even though it's not completed and likely never will be i do not care. so now that i've killed the morality police in my head and i let myself ship what i actually want to ship, this ship holds a top place in my heart just bc of that fic alone. but in general i do fucking love their dynamic. similar to JayTim there's just so much mutual hatred in these two that has endless potential. Damian's insistence to not see Tim as a Wayne and as a legitimate brother/heir to Bruce is something you can play a lot if you give Damian an angry, fucked up crush on Tim he doesn't want to admit to. they have so many reasons to dislike each other, so to try to get them to slowly fall in love is a fun challenge. they either have a long complicated forgiveness arc and end up a happy married couple or they are the couple that tries to kill each other once a week. no in-between.
JeanTim - there's like. one person here on tumblr who goes as hard for this ship as i do and truly god bless them bc they feed me. Jean-Paul is too underrated in the batcest scene. once i reread Knightfall, i will have to help popular this tag on ao3. i enjoy both a very fucked up version of this ship during the peak of the Knightfall arc, where Jean-Paul is deep in his murder Batman era and Tim is trying to stop him to no real avail, but i *also* think there's so much you can do with the ship afterwards, where Jean-Paul is trying to make up for what he's done and be a better person and better hero. they're the peak Batman/Robin ship, to me. they truly care about each other, but have a very complicated/bloody history and i just. man i love it so dearly. i've been meaning to write a fic where Jean-Paul goes to Tim post the Sword of Azrael (2022) arc to properly discuss and apologize for all his actions in Knightfall for his personal healing and they end up fucking. it could be sweet and cute or kinky fun bc what is the joy of a character with that much Catholic guilt if you don't give them a weird religious kink.
BruCarrie - The Dark Knight Returns got me into comics and i will defend it till the day i die. Carrie Kelley can be pried from my cold dead hands. i just really love these two? Carrie took one look at that cranky old bastard and decided she was his problem. and Bruce is at a stage where he should be very averse to the idea of having a Robin, he knows it's a bad idea. but he just. accepts her anyway. idk how to explain their dynamic other than she plunks herself in his lap and stitches up his wounds while telling him he's an idiot and he lets her even if he's grumbling about it. they have the biggest age gap of any Batman/Robin ship and for that, they should get like. a dead dove gold star no matter how rare the pair is.
also honorable mention goes to BruTim, because *god* do i love the concept of Tim offering himself up to Bruce as Robin in every way, knowing that there are likely sexual/romantic implications to being Robin. it's one of my favorite flavors of batcest to exist. i don't view them as a "happily ever after" ship, because Bruce will always go back home to Dick, but it's a fun lil dead dove moment.
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dullahandyke · 1 year ago
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N e way nrmt showdown was soooo boring and unattached in aa5 so heres my fucked up 5-5 courtroom setup for guaranteed mental illness
Defendant athena. This is the same.
JUDGE AURA. this is so so fucking important to me. She got 14 LINES TOTAL in that trial, she is supposed to be RUNNING the show!!! Itd be cooler if she entirely subsumed the judge, but she does want it to be somewhat legitimate so she probably just menaces the judge into asking permission to tell the prosecution to call its witnesses
Apollo on defense. You dont even have to change damselling trucy (even though you should). I think itd suuuuper fuck w him that not only is he hesitant to accuse athena as in canon, he is also her only line of defense. If he turns on her then it is game fucking over and so he HAS to push through it even though he doesnt believe it and he is for sure gonna crack on that midway thru the trial. Plus it extends the way aura kept plying him w evidence n shit.
Simon on prosecution. Imagine. Fucking IMAGINE. You spend YEARS in prison to protect a little girl from a death sentence and only a day before you are executed and take 'the truth' to your grave, your sister explodes onto the scene and smashes your plan into nothingness. Aura is burning all her fucking bridges with this one. Simons facade is PAPER thin at this point, because he suddenly has to pivot hard into 'hardened criminal narrowly escaping execution by throwing athena under the bus' so nobody suspects the bias is in the other direction, because, well, hes a death row criminal, surely he would be ecstatic to be freed! Itd be odd if he wasnt. He is the only person in this court unwaveringly opposed to her being found guilty and he is the one in charge of getting her found guilty. Aura is ruining everything he ever planned for by getting athena found guilty to save himself, except instead of actively taking the blame, he is being forced to actively blame her.
Do you understand me do you see my vision. Havent played 5-5 in a hot minute but I'm always rotating this in my head
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siveydensipuli · 10 months ago
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Nordic noir -bingo
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swagging-back-to · 6 months ago
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worst trope is found family separating as soon as the antagonist is dealt with.
#yes this is about voltron and it's also about guardians of the galaxy#what james gunn did to gamora in GOTG3 is criminal#i understand why they did it but to end with her GOING BACK TO THE RAVAGERS?#fail end.#seriously#and it doesnt even make sense bc ofc the high evolutionary isnt going to be the last problem they would deal with#in just a few years they encountered 5 people trying to destroy the universe and who were incredibly difficult foes#youre finna tell me there will never be a situation like that for the rest of their lives?#gtfo#and mantis' end was dumb too not even sorry#i can tolerate drax and nebula's ends.#but everyone else?#stupid#even peter's ending was fucking moronic. bro can pop in on the weekends he doesnt need to be a live in nurse for his grandpa#it's just such a major letdown and sucks everytime a director/author decides to split up the found family permanently#at least with voltron you can rationalize it by saying 'oh they never really wouldve hung out with eachother if they werent forced to for#voltron and werent forced to fight a war together.' and i can see it bc none of them DO hang out together before voltron#they barely even hang out AFTER they become voltron#keith and shiro hang out bc of the adoption/fostering/mentoring thing. lance and hunk MIGHT hang out bc they were already teammates#it's important to note that we never really see hunk and lance being bffs. theyre just friendly to eachother.#this becomes even more apparent once hunk and pidge actually become friends. it's very obvious hunk was just being friendly to lance.#just friendly.#(take this with a grain of salt bc ive only watched the whole series one time. i refuse to acknowledge anything after se 2.)#so yeah it does make more sense theyd all go their own ways but not even the small friend groups stay together at the end!#pidge and hunk are in completely different galaxies from eachother. same with keith and shiro#lance is isolated from all of them bc post se 3 writing team genuinely hated him and failed him as a character.#but GOTG3? they CHOSE to band together time and time again. they CHOSE to be a team. they CHOSE to be family#for every single one of them to say 'nah fuck that i want to be on my own bc uhhh reasons!' is a lame ending.#period.#gotg3
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july-19th-club · 2 months ago
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episodes of psych you can tell are written by a raised-catholic bc father whatsisface refers to sunday school as "CCD"
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alphabetcompletionist · 1 year ago
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you look like every character ever made in a picrew. you look like if someone melted victor from despicable me in a microwave. you look like you say "erm actually" irl. you look like you used to call yourself a "chaotic gremlin" when you were younger. you look like if someone asked me to think of the average tumblr user. you look like the dictionary definition of "androgynous fair-skinned person". you look like if the phrase "oh my gods" was a person
and ladies, i'm single
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omarera · 7 months ago
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Possible FW events for Omar.
Fashion Week Milan:
June 15: EMPORIO ARMANI - 19.00
June 16: PRADA - 14.00
June 16: JW ANDERSSON - 19.00
June 17: GIORGIO ARMANI- 10.00 and live 11.00 (?)
Fashion Week Paris:
June 18: LOUIS VUITTON - 20.30
June 19: ACNE STUDIOS - presentation by invitation.
June 19: KENZO - 20.00
June 20: COURREGES -presentation by invitation ( the brand Omar wore for Skansen announcement)
June 20: 032C- 20.30. (He wore them at Elle gala)
June 22: LOEWE - 12.00
June 22: HERMÈS - 15.00
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eisthenameofme · 6 months ago
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love when it gets to the point of The Discourse where i feel the need to key word search otherwise chill people's blogs for rampant bigotry before following them. Like this isn't exactly what happened with 'ace discourse'
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lurking-latinist · 3 months ago
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one thing about reading very old fanfic is that the machine-translated foreign language is much worse
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kerimboz · 6 months ago
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         ⠀⠀⠀⠀  — 𝘛𝘰 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙.
𝑃𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝: 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑘 003 (𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎) _ 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘! @silencehq
O remexer do corpo do semideus era incomodo até para o mesmo. Virando-se de um lado para o outro no colchão, incapaz até mesmo de manter as cobertas no lugar. Já tinha desforrado e forrado a cama mais vezes do que conseguia contar. Suspirou, sentando-se sobre o colchão, mirando o outro lado do quarto e a cama vazia de Kit. Esperava que ele estivesse bem, e sendo confortado onde estivesse. Foi tudo o que conseguiu pensar antes do soar do alarme que acelerou seu coração. De novo não! Num sobressalto, Kerim colocou-se de pé, dispensando a busca pelas vestes, não havia tempo para isso e não era tão importante assim, já que o poder gerava sua armadura. A porta do chalé já estava aberta, sinalizando que os irmãos já tinha atendido ao chamado de alguma forma. Melhor assim, pensou enquanto atravessava a porta. O corpo reluzia ao lugar, a fisionomia em aço orgânico, era coberta apenas pela calça moletom que usava para dormir.
Kerim não teve tempo de se afastar o suficiente do chalé, chegando no máximo até o coreto de Afrodite, antes que caísse de joelhos no chão úmido.
Atenção: o texto protegido por read more contém relatos de incêndio, destruição e a perda de entes queridos (incluindo crianças). Evite continuar em caso de desconforto. Boa leitura.
O cenário mudou abruptamente diante de seus olhos. O corpo não era mais a armadura que tinha ao sair do chalé, e nem mesmo poderia pensar que estava no acampamento meio-sangue. Diante dele, tinha o vislumbre de algo que sempre sonhou, a praia onde ele cresceu na Turquia, seus tios montando a grande mesa do almoço, seus primos de primeiro e segundo grau. Kerim fechou seus olhos, pensando que aquilo poderia ser um sonho, mas ao abri-los outra vez, o cenário continuava lá. Ele avançou, caminhando com os pés na areia, quando foi notado pela criança. "Baba!", gritou, correndo em sua direção. Os cabelos claros ao vento e o sorriso sapeca, ao se lançar nos braços de Kerim. "Minha vida.", ele a respondeu, apertando em seus braços antes de cobrir-lhe o rosto de beijos. "Hayır baba! Sua barba espeta.", respondeu-lhe a criança com o ar risonho, arrastando os dedos entre os fios da barba do pai.
Em seus braços, Kerim tinha tudo o que poderia desejar. Nem mesmo se recordava da existência dos deuses, dos monstros, ou qualquer outra coisa referente a esses. Sua vida parecia comum e mortal, como sempre desejou. Ele seguiu, com a criança serelepe em seu colo, enquanto era recebido pela tia. "Oğlum. Você demorou, onde estava? Esta aqui não deixava de perguntar por você.", comentou a mulher, cutucando a criança com os indicadores, fazendo-lhe cocegas. E todos riram ao que ela se contorcia nos braços de Kerim, tentando desviar-se dos dedos rápidos daquela que conhecia como avó. "E-eu. Eu estava...", ele simplesmente não conseguia lembrar-se onde estava antes dali. Seu cenho franziu-se por alguns segundos, enquanto a filha pulava de seus braços para juntar-se aos primos que corriam e brincavam de pega pela praia. "Esqueça, filho. Venha, vamos comer.", replicou a mulher, puxando-o pela mão em direção a mesa. Os olhos de Kerim desviaram-se para o contato nesse instante, curioso e intrigado. Ele não sentia o toque em sua pele, apesar de reconhecer que os dedos estavam envolta de sua mão, e que algo o puxava para seguir. Era estranho, tudo ali estava muito estranho.
A sensação se arrastou ao longo do dia, enquanto eles comiam, conversavam e riam. Logo, o sol já tinha se posto e todos voltavam para a cabana a beira-mar. Lá dentro, o tio de Kerim acendeu a lareira e todos seguiram conversando, até que finalmente as crianças adormeceram, talvez por exaustão de um logo dia correndo na areia. Kerim pegou sua criança e a colocou no seu antigo quarto, tudo parecia tão igual ao que era na sua infância. Quantos anos não ia até lá? E onde exatamente ele estava para não ter voltado? "Baba, seni seviyorum.", a doce voz se fez presente, sonolenta, manhosa, virando-se para agarrar sua pelúcia. E Kerim sorriu, acariciando seu pequeno rosto antes de beijar-lhe a testa. "Também amo você, minha vida.", respondeu ao despedir-se, voltando a sala. Enquanto descia as escadas, pode sentir o odor inconfundível de enxofre. "Mas que merda é ess...", não tivera tempo de completar sua frase. As paredes pareciam arder em chamas que subiam até o teto. Seu olhar acompanhou as labaredas e só uma coisa lhe veio a mente: onde estavam todos? Provavelmente do lado de fora, ele torcia. Voltou correndo as escadas até o antigo quarto, o mesmo tinha deixado a filha instantes atrás. Ao abrir, deparou-se com o lugar vazio. "Baba!", o grito veio do outro lado da casa.
Kerim tossia pela fumaça que já invadia seus pulmões, o braço era usado para cobrir porcamente as narinas enquanto ele tentava fazer seu caminho até a criança. As vigas começaram a despencar, a casa estava cedendo, mas ele não poderia desistir, jamais se perdoaria por não conseguir salvá-la. No entanto, quanto mais avançava, mais distante os gritos pareciam ficar. Ela continuava a chamá-lo, e junto a sua voz, vieram a de todos os outros. Os tios chamando pelo filho, os primos pelo irmão, tio e assim por diante. Kerim não conseguia alcançar nenhum deles e seu corpo já demonstrava debilitado o bastante. Os joelhos cederam e ele despencou ajoelho, ambas as mãos no piso quente, quando passos calmos saíram do fogo em sua direção. "You can't have it both ways!". Aquela voz, ele conhecia aquela voz, mas de onde? Seu rosto se ergueu, avistando a figura de Hefesto diante de si. Existia fúria na expressão do deus, seus olhos pareciam duas fendas em chamas. Por mais complicada que fosse a relação dele com o parente divino, jamais encarou que se encontrariam naquele ponto. "Eles vão morrer de qualquer jeito, filho.". O indicador do deus apontou para o lado.
Ao virar o rosto, Kerim se deparou com todos os seus entes queridos enfileirados, corpos desfalecidos e chamuscados pelas chamas. Uma corda parecia apertar seu coração no momento em que avistou a criança, e o choro foi instantâneo. "Por favor, por favor, traga-os de volta. Por favor.", implorava, as mãos tentando alcançar os pés de Hefesto que se afastou do contato. "Essa vida não é sua, garoto. E você vai morrer se continuar desejando por ela.", foi o mesmo alerta que Kerim recebeu dele anos atrás, quando decidiu afastar-se do acampamento e do mundo dos deuses. "Você não nasceu para isso.", completou, distanciando-se cada vez mais dentro do fogo, enquanto observava a teimosia de Kerim em se reerguer e avançar na direção de sua família que ficava cada vez mais longe. O corpo não aguentava mais o calor, as chamas e a fumaça. Foi, instantes antes de finalmente ceder, que ele conseguiu agarrar o frágil corpo de sua filha já sem vida. Ele pereceu abraçado a ela, e todos foram tomados por chamas.
Ao despertar, o semideus não estava mais em seu estava mais em seu estado de aço, era carne e ossos. Suor se misturava com as lágrimas em seu rosto, enquanto ele apoiava-se no chão, fraco demais para levantar-se. A grama era apertada entre os dedos, fechando-se em punho, até que um último grito de agonia rompeu seus lábios, findando-se num soluço.
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kuromi-hoemie · 1 year ago
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this sounds like a dumb question but does anyone know of a good image viewing/gallery app?
it Sounds simple but i was looking for something:
free (no freemium or paywalled features)
fully 100% offline
no privacy policy or ads
no algorithms or AI, no attempting to associate my pictures together in ways i never asked
i literally just need to see what my folders and pictures are as I've saved them to my phone and That's It.
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pinkshadesofshame · 2 months ago
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liz makes me feel so much better oh my god seeing her struggle in the same way I did trying to pay this fucking ticket like thank you I feel so much less crazy
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backtochicago · 10 months ago
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maybe that duck finally realized that running a minecraft server with a massive fanbase including performative chronical online fans and functioning it as a brand business paying salaries to the employees are never as easy as what he thought and only collecting leasons from following someone shadow footprints will never make you realize how risky it is until you are in their shoes.
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lostandbackagain · 3 months ago
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can we have one poc doll release without saying weird shit about what features what races are allowed to have
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this-should-do · 7 months ago
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venting dont mind me xp ✌
#if i dont get out of my parents house im going to die#either by my hand or my mothers#i refuse to be forced into the role of woman becuz my mother cant get over herself or accept other peoples suffering#so i either leave or i die#i am never more depressed than when im in this house and it gets worse everytime i return#every second of oeace is a facade careful held up by smiles and jokes while ignoring who i am to please others#and ignorjng the genuinely genocidal beliefs of my parents against myltple peoples#at least one of which includes me#why cant life be easy#when is it .y turn to tbrive#in this hluse i am no older than a middle schooler no more mature or happy#everyday i dream of relapsing sh-ing just for some control of the pain i experiemce something anything#maybe someone will finally listen to me and se ehow ioset i am see how smothered i am and the sting will pull me back down to earth again#but no who would see would understand#my brothers or my parents none of them would kniw why even if i said it to thwir face#i dint event even want to think of what my mother woukd say#shed use it as an excuse to further deny my transness surely#say how horribke and spirtful and manipulative i am against her#that i ddi it to hurt her#i am trapped as a doll in a house only allowed to be agreeable no politics no emotions other tan#contentness and love and adoration for my family#or else i am unloveavle and horrible and sick#i cannot tell my mom she has uoset me becuz it would be unfair i am silent instead#i am to take her anger and rage as a perfect recepticle and no matter how well i handle it#i am thanked with resentment amd scorn amd terfisms#i can neither disagree woth her beliefs nor avoid discussing them to keeo the oeace all she wants is comoliance#i refuse to do that tho ill take hee scorn on that one thing i refuse to xomprimise my beliefs verbally to save my own skin#ill just be quiet#im sure id be a better recepticle for her dead so she can dress me up as a girl one last time#the dead cant argue or disagree with you its everything she wants from me
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