#something ive been thinking about

[fieldworm]

I think Holt and Jackson should've been a two pack and I think Crossfade should've changed colors in reaction to temperature

[xotherwcrldsx]

Charles Lee "doesn't know he was groomed as a child" Ray being wildly protective of Amy and Tara when they were kids—being extra cautious about who was left alone with his girls, even teachers and doctors, didn't matter who it was. If it wasn't him or Tiffany it was nearly a no everytime, or even an almost paranoia about the idea. even Tiffany being caught off guard by it because she doesn't know about what happened to him as a kid because he never talks about it.

@elliehallers

[honeygrahambitch]

The question rolls off Will's tongue without much thought after a few days during which it had persisted in the back of his mind.

"Do you see the best in me or do you just ignore the worst in me?"

"I could never ignore any part of you, Will. There is nothing in there that deserves to be ignored. And there is no such thing as best and worst, it's just you, your whole self." Hannibal replies. "Whom I adore."

[cambriancutie]

i dont know what lychee is but i think they are a lesbian of some kind

[clydeznuts]

anyone else draw like this and then import it to ibispaint / colouring app and then colour it? may be just me idk

[ryanwiseman]

I’ve had this epiphany on something I’ve been thinking about for far too long but didn’t have the words to put it with the nuance it needed.

Does anyone else feel like having a limited social circle is just another extension of ableism? It’s amazing how vast I’ll see other people’s circles, especially when looking at the amazing weddings that my friends have.

There is this weird hostility I’ve noticed tho with people to those that seek friends but struggle. It always becomes a “this is a you problem, work on yourself” where it implies that you haven’t worked at it or worked hard enough. It becomes exhausting after awhile once you deal with too many problems trying to make long lasting friends. There is only so much time and energy we have to friendship, to community. If that cannot be found, it only makes things more and more difficult as time passes with trying to find new friendships and a community to support you. And it is not mentally helpful if you have to continuously seek that out. When you have people that you can rely upon and those same people can rely upon you, those people will most likely have better mental health because of friendship. The more isolated someone becomes, the more likely that outcome continues.

I feel the “you aren’t entitled to friendship” gets used to the point where it stops people seeking out friendships who struggle. Cause a lot of friendships between NT I’ve seen click so easy to the point where they don’t face much social exclusion, where their connection to friends has been one able to be easily curated over various parts in their life without struggle. This idea of entitlement doesn’t usually weigh upon the NT with a lot of friends, however, this statement is almost only placed upon the ND that’s socially excluded. Usually only will a NT struggle to have friends if they were outed for being an abuser with a pattern. But hell, even NTs criminally prosecuted can find community and new friends in prison. We literally have entire documentaries about how even in prison, community and not having day to day being a complete shitshow is preferred, and is better when you have friends. Running through the six with my woes??? Yeah, it is better to run through a field with your friends than if it were about running through that field without any friends and crying. The beat wouldn’t be as fucking fire if the song was about running through the field alone.

I think it’s a bad idea to make the case that people are entitled to certain friendships or a certain number to reach with friends.

ND people should be able to have enough of a support network to where they shouldn’t worry about getting isolated from society for not fitting its convenient box.

This may not be perfectly stated, these are the best words I have at the moment to comment on something I’ve noticed

[calciumcryptid]

You know, this isn't canon but I like to think that the Bat Cauldron has two codenames their Gotham codenames and their Public codenames. Like Kate Kane is Batwoman to Gotham but is Vampire Bat everywhere else, Duke is Signal to Gotham but Lark everywhere else. Batman and Robin are still Batman and Robin thought.

Or maybe their bird/bat names are just fake names they give out to superheroes they meet if they aren't sure they can trust them yet. Like Stephanie is meeting Stargirl for the first time and goes "I'm Sp-Starling" and Stargirl goes "Dope" only to learn months later that it is actually "Spoiler" and that Stephanie didn't trust her yet.

[melisssg99]

"You did a number on me

But, honestly baby, who's counting?"

-So It Goes...

"We never painted by the numbers, baby

But we were making it count"

-The 1

"I didn't know you were keeping count

But, oh, you were keeping count"

-High Infidelity

[twipsai]

Rouge and Sonic are very similar characters in terms of their ideals and values, what they want in life and their goals, but the difference is their selfishness/selflessness respectively

[blckbrrybasket]

i love drew don’t get me wrong …but why are people liking cop 115 from the hate u give

did you guys watch the movie?

[hexitca]

I haven't shared an OC in a long while but from past experiences ppl love my OCs lol I just wish I was a little more organized with them and maybe not tie them to a particular fandom (so when the hyperfixation goes dormant so does my OC haha)

Maybe I'll do a mini project and gather all my old OC and make little files of them. I have my week planned (Mondays are Art themed so I work on art all day. It makes the rest of the week bearable esp since Tuesday and Wednesday are Career/job searching days 😔)

Then when I'm done with that I wanna make a list of all my fave characters~ maybe actually do that think piece/pieces one day 😅 I'm getting better at sticking with planning my weeks and sticking to it so maybe I'll actually finish something.

[hinamie]

corvidae

[hailsatanacab]

Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

[linkedin-offficial]

me when i get the opportunity to think about speculative biology and non-existent game mechanics in media i like

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[s0fter-sin]

thinking about the way ghost doesn't hesitate to start killing shadows when graves betrays them but soap only takes one hostage

you can almost hear the voice in his head telling him it doesn't have to be this way; they can still talk it out

"i'm calling shepherd"

his first instinct when confronted with betrayal is to play it by the books: to go up the chain. that goes against everything we've seen him do. he bucks authority at every chance except for the one time he's confronted with the barrels of his allies' guns

he wants a peaceful resolution; for the first time we've ever seen, he doesn't want violence to be the answer. there has to be another fix, a solution that doesn't end with him killing the same men he's been working with; his friends

nothing's happened yet

it doesn't have to go this way

but ghost has been betrayed before. he knows the way this ends; either with him six feet under or his enemy

he doesn't hesitate

it's only when they knock alejandro out that soap shoots; when they spill the first blood and cross a line they can never come back from

only when ghost orders him to run and he has to cover his retreat

and somewhere along the line, between civilians’ screams and taunting voices, between his shaking breath and ghost steady in his ear, that naivety is stripped away; his trust turned to teeth that he uses to sink into throats of men he'd have given his life for

"be careful who you trust, sergeant; people you know can hurt you the most"

he's learned the price of trust

just like ghost did

but unlike ghost, he has someone to guide him through the aftermath

"good advice, It"

[slavhew]

look at this idiot not aware that his body is warm and his touch comforting everyone point and laugh