#the sooner we all accept that the better 🫶

[whiterunguard]

Things are in store. Things are going to happen.

[rizzanon]

One thing I love about Undoing Fate is that, while you give us the batfam's perspective about the situation, it shows us that the mc isn't a saint in this whole conflict either. She has flaws, made mistakes, and it's so refreshing. And we can clearly emphatize with the batfam more, understand their actions but STILL see it's their fault.

I love you gave us their pov that they're not bad people on purpose, they don't fuck up consciously, but it's still so painfully their fault that we can understand them but not justify them.

Barbara is a prime example. Yeah, she had problems too. She had responsabilities, a decision to make with Gotham's best interests on her shoulders, but the way she made that decision was so fucking wrong. She didn't choose Steph because it was the best decision for the city, but rather the easiest for herself. She admits to pick her over MC because she recquired more patience and care that Barbara was willing to give. That's pretty fucked up, and I really hope Batsis doesn't forgive her quickly.

Dick is another example. I almost felt sorry for him, but then I remember batsis was a CHILD grieving too and going through a very hard time and he was the ADULT. Granted he was stressed out too, but he could've handled that better. And then we see him constantly prioritise everything else over her as he himself says that's the reason he can't bond with her properly. Even though, with his reasoning, you can understand his motives, he's still in the WRONG here. There were moments he could've chosen her at least for once, and didn't.

I'm not getting into a debate about Damian because he was a child too. Still is. His behaviour should be handled by the adults in charge of him. And he's clearly making progress, better than all of them. The youngest of the family is the one making the right decisions first.

From what I've seen, Steph is the only one who really can't be blamed for her situation. In here, it was more batsis's fault than anything. Steph didn't really ask for the mantle, it was handled over to her. She just adapted and accepted what was given to her by the others, not knowing what it meant for batsis because she didn't know her as well. This fell on the batfam's responsability, handling this in a way it wouldn't hurt batsis so much, and they failed. And Steph paid the price of Batsis's wounded feelings. Also, i love she's seemingly the only one who saw Batsis's efforts and recognised her for it.

And in general, Batsis's flaws and "inadequacy" for being a vigilante is also their fault. They should've helped her, trained her, guide her, instead they inmediately concluded she wasn't fit for this and didn't lift a finger, and then act surprised she wasn't that good nor improved. Ofc she doesn't, idiots, she has NO ONE helping her. Not like you help each other, or helped Damian. It's frankly a miracle she didn't die sooner in the og timeline.

sorry for the rant i just really needed to get it out lmao

@seleneprince

woww

i literally couldn’t have said it any better. i think you captured every single aspect of the characterisation i have for barbara, dick and batsis

ty for your analysis 🫶🫶

[shaunashipman]

hi cleo its the anon who wrote up this ask a while back https://www.tumblr.com/shaunashipman/776871318884876288/i-love-when-we-bisexuals-say-things-like-you?source=share just coming back here to say "oh my god i am so fucking tired of bi erasure" again haha i wont go on a long ass rant in ur asks unprompted... but being a fan of certain romanceable npcs in video games is getting tiring when we get canon bi/pan rep and ppl are like "who am i hurting if i can a bi/pan character gay/lesbian[/straight, since i've seen it a couple times]" like. bi/pan ppl. thats who ur hurting when u imply our sexuality disappears when we date someone. i wish people would be kinder to us and just accept that erasing canon bi/pan characters is a dick move. ask for more representation for urselves!!! stop erasing canon bi/pan characters instead of demanding OR creating ur own rep!!!

anyway, more importantly, i hope life is kind to u. i saw u were going through a rough period but i didnt want to overstep and say something since i am just a lil rando who has followed u for the weewoo show and stayed for ur takes on things, but i hope things are better now and if they arent then i hope life starts getting kinder to u sooner. i always love seeing u on my dash and i love seeing ur opinions and thoughts on different shows (even when i don't know whats going on sometimes lmao). sending u lots of love <3

nonny this is so sweet i'm actually tearing up a little. i have been having a hard time, my mental health is on a bit of a yo-yo right now, i don't know when it's gonna look up but your kind words help 🫶

i've given up trying to make ppl listen, and now i just block anyone who calls shauna a lesbian on my gifsets. it's like so funny (and by funny i mean infuriating) but the fact that she's had a sapphic relationship already actually proves her bisexuality, because it's not comphet, it's not her being in denial, she knows she's attracted to women, she knows they're an option for her, and she still fucked adam. explain away her relationship with jeff just being about jackie and guilt all you want, you can't explain away adam.

i hit a block with my essay thing about fandom's problem with bisexuals, but like, why are we allowed to ignore a character's canon attraction to a certain gender to make them queer, but we can't add to their canon attraction to make them queer? if a character is canonically attracted to the same gender, but their sexuality isn't explicitly stated, everyone will still say they're gay/lesbian, but if i were to say maybe they're bisexual and we just haven't seen their attraction to other genders, i'd be accused of erasing gay/lesbian representation. except it's literally just what they do to straight characters to make them gay in fanon

anyway, i'm just gonna be aggressively loud about shauna being bisexual and keep blocking those who call her a lesbian. cause like, you already have 3 lesbians, maybe 4 with melissa, on the show, i can have my one solitary bisexual

[freezegirl]

five times relieved 🫶🏽

five by five / @thorodinsun (no longer accepting)

word gets around that kie is looking into donnie gill. blizzard. he ran afoul of s.h.i.e.l.d. and then he ran afoul of s.h.i.e.l.d's evil counterpart. last anyone heard of him, he'd been shot off the deck of a ship by the heroine who would one day assume the name quake.

he landed in the water.

he froze.

perhaps it was a defense mechanism. a way of preserving himself. snow white and sleeping beauty in reverse.

when uncle thor finds her, kie just stares sadly at one of the files darcy has pilfered from the database.

"that's donnie gill. more commonly known these days as blizzard. our powers are similar. i didn't really know him, but before he went to s.h.i.e.l.d.'s academy, he lived in maxville. like me. we weren't really friends, because he didn't really talk to anyone and i didn't talk to him, either. but i still feel... obligated, almost. to look for him. because donnie's mom isn't in the picture and his dad sure as hell isn't gonna."

when uncle thor looks at her, silently inviting her to elaborate, she does, gnawing at her lower lip: "when the maxwellness thing happened, i had you, and aunt rey. i had my friends. i had warren, and farzana, and jawaharel. i had people around me. to catch me." a beat and then: "i don't think donnie has that anymore. that guy he'd befriended, seth, only used him. and callie? gone with the wind. donnie deserves a friend. or at the very least, someone who gives enough of a damn to go look for him."

"then we'll go look for him," uncle thor rumbles, "and we'll bring him home."

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it's like trying to find a needle in a haystack. except this time, it's less a needle and more an icicle at the bottom of the ocean.

kie calls in a favor from one of her best friends, ethan bank, who calls his mother, esther - she's a salvage diver known as the superhero estuary - who ends up performing a sweep of the area. it comes up empty.

she thanks ms bank either way and tells her to say hi to ethan and to her own mother - a heroine who once went by the name tributary until she had to hang up the proverbial cape.

"how long do you think that he'll last down there?"

"long enough for us to find him."

suddenly, kie feels a lot better about their odds.

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"what's the longest you've ever searched for anyone?" kie asks when she gets back.

earlier, she had to take a lap and go find herself a can of mango flavored soda - she likes the ones with the sailor moon girls on them - to cool down.

(she's fine now, she swears. promises. pinky promises, even!)

"that would probably be your aunt rey," uncle thor muses, visage softening at the mere mention of his love. "i doubt it will take us that long to find your new friend."

as a thank you for bolstering her spirit, kie holds out the can to him. on it, sailor venus smiles cutely. "---i've also got a mochi share pack if you want some. we're overdue for a snack break, anyway."

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"we're gonna need a place for donnie to live," kie muses, "you know, after we find him." because they will find him. hopefully sooner, rather than later.

she doesn't know if uncle thor and aunt rey have enough space, what with their kids and all. and while she'd love to open up her home, she doesn't know if her parents would approve.

anxiously, she runs through her extensive mental database of people she knows and could feasibly ask for a favor when uncle thor speaks up.

"i could reach out to brunnhilde---"

"---i'm so sorry, who?"

"valkyrie. she governs new asgard in my stead." a beat. "i am sure she will have a spot for young mister gill."

relieved, kie smiles at him and he smiles back.

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"uncle thor? i'm so... i'm really glad you're here," kie's voice crackles over the intercom of the falcon as it enters earth's atmosphere (or through a worm-hole or something, kie hasn't been off-earth enough to know the lingo). "or about to be, anyway." a beat and then: "i think we found him."

[internetgremlin-writes]

hi 🫶🏼 what a weekend to be a carlos sainz fan! so incredibly happy about everything because he deserves it. I am happy you are accepting request for the man of the weekend so I would like to request this:

carlos is starting to feel the pressure of the weekend with winning pole and being on the edge of winning his first race that he is starting to doubt about his abilities and himself, so he asks to put the reader through the radio so he can listen to her voice and words of encouragement.

I hope its not that cheesy lmao. truly throttled book vibes but I would like to read something like this with carlos. thank you!!!!!! 🫶🏼 ps: can’t wait for a flat spin update hihihi. happy sunday!

WHAT A WEEKEND RIGHT? Will I ever recover from this? Probably not. In my books he deserves the WORLD

Warnings: wee bit angsty, but then we get to the good stuff

I have not read throttled yet simply bc i cannot find a cheap copy anywhere and it's so high on my reading list its making me sad. BUT THIS is such a good concept. If you didn't enjoy the level of drama in the last 20 laps I'm sorry but you're gonna have to go through it again

Carlos was panicking.

He felt the furthest thing from calm and in control, he had the whole weekend. And that was saying something, given his accidental pole (okay, it wasn't an accident but Carlos really did think that lap was nothing special, and he was still reeling from the shock of hearing that "P1" down the radio) and then the mess that had been the race so far.

It hadn't started great, and not that Carlos ever enjoyed red flags like that, not when he spent most of the time in the pits feeling silently sick in his worry for his fellow driver's health, but he was grateful it had happened early enough to allow him a restart from his pole. That meant he hadn't lost to Max straight away. Carlos always said he was fighting for the win, but he knew that when it came to raw speed the Ferrari typically paled in comparison to the Red Bull, but still, it would have been embarrassing to have had the lead snatched from him in the first corner.

So he got his restart, and that went well. He kept his lead for a few laps and was settling into his race proper, feeling like he was handling the pressure from Max behind him well until he found himself off track and Max was in front of him. And okay it wasn't ideal but it was fine, but there were still the pit stops and if he could stay within DRS- and then Max was slowing down and he was back in the lead and he couldn't quite believe his luck.

And it had been going so well until Charles came on the radio saying he was better and faster and Carlos knew he wasn't entirely wrong. He liked the car best on soft tyres and the mediums hadn't felt great but after his swap to hards, he felt like he was driving on ice. So forgive him for doing his best to keep his lead by not throwing the car into a barrier. He didn't have time to register the team orders until he'd already slowed and Charles was past him, streaking off into the distance and leaving nothing but a bitter taste in Carlos' mouth.

And then he was in P3, and that shiny trophy with a number one on it was slipping further and further from his view and Carlos found himself driving with nothing but despair and hopeless desperation pushing him on. He figured the faster he could get it over with the better; the sooner he could be at the hotel with you, and you would stroke his hair and hold him close and tell him all the nice things he didn't think he deserved to hear when he couldn't bear to even look at the smaller awards he'd been bringing home recently.

The yellow flag felt like a golden ticket. Especially when he found himself pitting ahead of Hamilton, and finally he was on soft tyres and the car was snapping up into his hands the way he liked it and that fire was back and Carlos felt ready to charge.

"When the green flag comes, let Charles go. We need you at least 10 car paces behind him to hold them off,"

Hold them off? Carlos felt himself spiralling. Why did they give him the soft tyres to offer him up like a sacrificial lamb for slaughter? This wasn't Monaco - he couldn't block the whole road. If he hung back to try and give Charles the lead he'd be eaten alive, there was no way he could keep the one-two podium hopes up. Hamilton and Perez were already too close for comfort, jostling in his mirrors, and behind that, he'd noticed Alonso sneaking into the mix.

Carlos wasn't above begging. He didn't like how his voice was cracking, but there was nothing he could do about it. He didn't like how he was suddenly struggling with his English, it made him sound dumb when he was trying to outsmart his strategist. He couldn't lose the win - not like this. Not on shitty team orders that didn't have a hope of working. It wasn't even a case of pride, he'd argue, it was just wrong. It wasn't racing.

"I need-" there was only a lap left under the safety car. "Guys c'mon,"

"Ten car lengths, no more between you,"

"I want to talk to Y/N,"

"Carlos-"

"I have a lap of safety car left,"

Carlos had no idea what he was doing. He was frightened, his mind racing and his chest was tightening. He was suddenly aware of every ache in his body, how tired he was. The only thing he could picture was you, he had to talk to you. He felt very much like a child in a go-kart, who didn't understand why he wasn't allowed to just take the win being offered up to him.

"Carlos? It's Y/N," you sounded different on the radio, but it was you. Already he was breathing easier. Your voice was warm, tinged with concern but not worry. You were steady, calm. You were an anchor in this mess.

"Amor," he breathed, not caring who this was being broadcasted to.

"Hi," you softened at the nickname. He could imagine the way your eyes shone and your smile relaxed and you would lean into him as you relaxed. He felt himself responding reflexly.

"Tell me not to do it," he sounded desperate, but he didn't care. "You say follow orders, and I'll lose. No questions. You tell me to fight, then I go,"

"Carlos-"

"I don't have time. I don't know what it looks like outside. But I can't lose because I'm told to, not unless you trust them. You trust - you tell me to listen, then I lose for you,"

"They're telling me to tell you safety car is ending in 30 seconds,"

"Tell me what to do!" He cried. He didn't mean to sound snappy, but there was no time to think, and all Carlos needed in that moment was your opinion. He trusted you more than anyone, even if you weren't a strategist, you would never let him suffer for nothing. You were smart and that was enough. He saw the ten-second warning.

"Y/N!"

"Win for me,"

It was all he needed to hear. Charles shot forward in front of him and without giving a moment's hesitation, Carlos hit the throttle too. He didn't care how much trouble he would be in later with the team, he was a new man. With the soft tyres playing into his driving style exactly as he needed them to and your voice ringing in his ears, the fire in his belly rose back from the ashes and the only thing that mattered was crossing that line first.

It was almost too easy to take Charles. He could hear a radio complaint, but he didn't care. There was no way Charles could hold the lead on used hard tyres and with the damaged wing, Carlos could. Charles could at least try to fight for a second.

He felt fast too, finally felt good.

When he saw the flag he thought it was a dream. His engineer gave a curt well done, but Carlos didn't care. He was feeling so many things he didn't feel anything at all. And then you were back, screaming, down the radio at him and Carlos was grinning and shouting back because he won.

"For you!" He managed, voice thick and eyes wet as everything sank in all at once. "I won for you!"

"I love you!"

Carlos almost crashed the car. You'd been together for the best part of a year now, but between long-distance stints and the steady start, you'd not said it out loud to each other yet.

"I love you too!" He heard you let out a small sob down the radio, and somewhere in the back of his mind the thought about how much the Netflix team would love this.

He thought he was floating on the podium. He couldn't contain his grin, and the sight of you right at the front of the barrier, in his Ferrari jumper and flushed, tear-stained cheeks was enough to keep the look he'd gotten from Mattia as he clapped him on the shoulder on his way to the cool-down room at the back of his mind.

Besides, he had a few ideas of how he could avoid the team meeting for a little bit longer and most of them involved you, more champagne and his driver's room where the door woud lock.