#the villains don't understand either

[cakypa120]

Billy can get into almost anything. Even though he looks like a child. He says that the child's appearance is his cover. Billy cast a spell on himself that prevents any device from recording his biometric data. Bruce is paranoid about this, because why would Captain Marvel hide like that? Isn't it a fake identity?

The funniest thing is that Billy is hired absolutely everywhere. He even gets paid for it!

[anqelbean]

Does Binghe know how much he is loved??? Does Binghe understand just how much Shen Qingqiu adores him??? How obsessed with him he is to his very core???? How the injustice done to his character made him angry enough to die about it because he love him so??? Does he know that he loved him from the moment he first met him?? Does he know he was loved so fiercely by someone who he had not yet met? Does Luo Binghe his Shizun loves him so??? Does he???

[silverwhittlingknife]

"the fault, dear Brutus -" (Julius Caesar)

Quotes from A Critical History of English Literature by David Daiches. Panels from Death in the Family, Under the Red Hood, Lost Days, and Batman and Robin.

[jin-zixun]

i think it's actually very brave to fight for yourself when no one else will, to insist upon your own self worth, if only in your own actions and self-preservation, when everyone around considers you worthless or unworthy.

If no one else cares about you, you will care, if no one else loves you, you will try to show yourself love to the best of your ability, even if you don't know it, if no one else will protect you then you will fight for yourself. Keep yourself alive. No one else will and it's you're no less worthy than who you're being told to put yourself to the side for, to die for, to admit you are nothing for.

It's trauma, it's resilience, it's survival, it's fight, it's advocacy, it's perseverance, it's natural, it's difficult, and it's brave.

[noirve]

for some reason every youtube reactor who hasn't read the book and watches iwtv s2 just immediately says they don't like armand but they love love love lestat which is like. to each their own but they don't even know armand at that point and lestat was awful and abusive to louis and claudia during almost all of s1 like.... what is this thing that makes them all weak for the white villain but instantly dislike the brown villain when it's not even clear yet what he's done??? i don't understand oh wait

[wonder-worker]

"[Elizabeth Woodville's] piety as queen seems to have been broadly conventional for a fifteenth-century royal, encompassing pilgrimages, membership of various fraternities, a particular devotion to her name saint, notable generosity to the Carthusians, and the foundation of a chantry at Westminster after her son was born there. ['On other occasions she supported planned religious foundations in London, […] made generous gifts to Eton College, and petitioned the pope to extend the circumstances in which indulgences could be acquired by observing the feast of the Visitation']. One possible indicator of a more personal, and more sophisticated, thread in her piety is a book of Hours of the Guardian Angel which Sutton and Visser-Fuchs have argued was commissioned for her, very possibly at her request."

-J.L. Laynesmith, "Elizabeth Woodville: The Knight's Widow", Later Plantagenet and Wars of the Roses Consorts: Power, Influence, Dynasty

[pharawee]

Remember when I said that I was fine watching My Stand-In last week? I almost didn't survive this episode. I'm genuinely so upset 🥴

Please someone tell me that was the worst of Ming's controlling stalker behaviour because I really want to like and watch this show but I don't think I can really enjoy myself if it goes on or gets even worse than this. 😭

In other news, at least I got two (2) blurry frames of Winner out of this:

(I can't even tell if that's really him. I only *think*t it might be Winner because why else show Joe's reflection like this 🤣)

[transmasc-rose]

Amy/Rory I Saw the TV Glow au:

Amy as Maddy/Tara, who ran away and never came home, who talks about things that can't be real (the TV show, the TARDIS, a world where they're strong, a world where they're something better).

Rory as Owen/Isabel, meek and yet loyal and yet terrified of his best friend and what she means. And what she says. And what she shows him.

Doctor Who, the TARDIS, the Doctor, all wrapped up into the role of the Pink Opaque, the TV show from their youth, and something Amy grasps onto and never let's go. Something Rory abandons for a normal life.

And yet.

[theprinceandthewitch]

Fans: Can we please learn about the Philip and Caleb/Evelyn drama because it contextualizes Philip's actions and it is honestly the most interesting part of this show.

TOH: Mm, nah, we're gonna meander around for the majority of the first season. We're not even gonna have Belos interact with Luz until the season one finale LOL.

[genshin-projection]

i don't think i can be normal about Sunday guys

[shadow-daughter]

Sneak peak at my current WIP

~*~

Visitation

[Content Warnings: Child Endangerment, Alcohol Abuse, Unreliable Narrators]

The last time she had seen her daughter, the child had been sixteen.

She remembers it, now, frequently.

She's replayed that day in her mind, by now, a thousand times.

(She's cursed herself, a thousand more.)

(Could she have changed it? Could she have rewritten their fates?)

(Is she rewriting history, to pretend to herself that she would?)

Cowardice.

For all that she is, for all she ever was.

She knows.

(She could have changed it.)

(She could have stopped him.)

(...and yet.)

Arashi's cheek rests against the table; heat sinking into the cold.

Things... could have been different.

And yet.

~*~

It wasn't a school night, when her daughter ran away.

How many times has she revisited that morning in her mind? Rehashing the details to herself again, for what must be the millionth time?

If it had been a school night, they would have known in the morning, surely.

(If it had been a school night, they would have found her missing, when they went to wake her. Surely.)

She wouldn't have been missing all day before they realized, if it was a school night.

(Miriam tells herself that, now, through the piercing lens of sobriety.)

(Begs it, of herself, pleading into the mirror.)

They would have checked on her, in the morning. Surely.

(Surely?)

Surely.

(Surely, the mirror can tell her no lies.)

~*~

His daughter was brittle, when he'd sent her away.

Brittle, fragile, weak.

As easily broken as the ice of his wife-- clumsy, brash and naïve.

His wife had raged. Had stormed and snarled; stomped, pointlessly, until he thought the foundations might shake.

(His wife, too, was a fool. Naïve; arrogant, haughty. She couldn't understand; nothing he did would make her see.)

His daughter, last he saw her, had been weak.

(Everything, he swore, everything was for that one sake.)

His daughter had been weak.

And so, Lyndwurm had sent her away.

~*~

When was the last time he had seen his daughter, anyway?

His wife-- yes, his wife swore that she'd seen her, at least that Friday.

But when had he?

(How long would it have taken him, to even realize she was gone?)

When he got up for work, most days, the sun wasn't up yet, let alone his daughter.

By the time he got home from work, she was in bed- or at least, supposed to be.

(When was the last time he'd done so much as check on her, while his daughter was asleep?)

Family dinners had long since been a thing of the past.

Church had hone from every Sunday, to only holidays-- dwindling, eventually, to barely even that.

(God. When had he last had time to think of god?)

(It had always been more his wife's belief than his, anyway.)

Days off-- hah! What was a day off, if not unpaid overtime performed at home?

(How much of his daughter's life had Joshua spent, crouched over the keyboard, working himself to the bone?)

~*~

[ragnarokhound]

"reading under the red hood and it's pretty good i think" - jason todd fan who has only seen the cartoon adaptation of under the red hood

[midastouches]

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[basicallyjaywalker]

*cracks knuckles* well if I'm gonna work on my OCs and now that someone's reminded me how actually tragic Echo is

Let's talk about Jasmine and her relationship with Echo

I feel like they would get really close if they ever met. I think Julien would tell Echo about her in a way he wouldn't tell Zane because he was scared Zane would tell others someday. Echo won't ever leave the lighthouse, so he can't tell anyone. He would know about Julien's other child, but he would figure it's Zane, the one he replaced. When they meet, once they figured out they were related, I think Echo would realize and want to tell Jasmine what he knows. Julien wanted to know her but couldn't. He left her because it's what was best for her. I think Echo would want to imagine Julien left him for those kinds of reasons too.

I think they would bond over being abandoned by Julien. Jasmine before she was born, Echo long after. I think they'd each envy each other, in a way. They both resent him (even if they won't admit it), but Jasmine resents him never being there. Echo resents him being there so much, only to leave him. Echo would fill in the gaps for Jasmine on who he was, while Echo is more eager to hear about the life Jasmine lived in the wide world, especially on her own.

I think they'd have a super close bond, I think they should visit Jasmine's home and have a snowball fight, I think she should take him to Borg Industries and watch Echo go starry eyed at all the cool technology, I think Jasmine would help replace his rusted gears and wires with ones that won't deteriorate as easily, i think she'd teach him how to garden and befriend animals and i think echo would be so thrilled to get away from the sea

I think if Echo and Jasmine ever got to meet, they'd find a comfort in each other and a confidant about some of their issues that no one else could provide

[thephantomsdream]

"If you keep staring at me like that, I'll have to ask you what are we?" Imagine being the witness of a serious crime, but the team thought you were involved somehow and needed to rule you out. Cue to big, scary, mysterious, masked Ghost trying to intimidate you by existing near you.

Soap snorts and pats Ghost on the back, which earns a glare from him, all after the man blinked confused. He had pretty eyes. Gaz moves to a corner to smile way too much, and Price sighs loudly.

After a few more minutes of explaining that you were just on your way to your shitty job and that they needed to wrap this up before you are to inevitably getting fired, Ghost still looks straight into your soul, now with more intensity somehow.

At this point, you grit your teeth. You might legit not have a job after this, since you're already half an hour late, and this (weirdly cute) fucker is trying to read your thoughts.

"Oh, you're really into me, aren't you?" He blinks seemingly uninterested and you raise a brow at him, starting a staring contest until Price (as he previously introduced himself) got in between you two.

"I don't think you understand the situation that you're in." It took all of your will to not groan like a child and roll your eyes at him.

Cue to another round of you doubling down and explaining that you're extremely lame but a good person, all while Gaz still looks you up.

"She might be telling the truth, boss." He whispered to Price in the corner of the abandoned shop they broke onto to have some privacy. The man has been trying to confirm your identity all this time, meanwhile you looked up at your number one fan to say "I told you so" and gave him an exasperated sigh when you already caught him intensely staring into your eyes.

"Seriously..." You mutter and you almost believe seeing a crinkle of amusement in his eyes. Your eyes almost twitched. "I pronounce us husband and wife." You say, rolling your eyes at him. Yeah, take that, fuck-face. You childishly thought, absolutely thriving at his slow, surprised blink. Soap cackled and tried to hide it with a cough.

Long story (not) short, you were indeed let go after Gaz confirmed you're broke, lame and basic. No secret villain or anything. After they kinda apologized, Price basically tried to gaslight you into thinking everything is fine then tried to dip his toes into mansplaining the importance of greater things beyond you, he nodded to himself and patted you on the back before barking an order to his soldiers to move. Pretty brown eyes stayed glued onto your soul until you were pretty much skipping away out of sight, rushing to your job incredibly annoyed.

You couldn't really explain your absence to your boss and he didn't care much either, he told you to get to work.

Surprise, surprise, though, because at the end of your shift, he sugarly informed you that you're fired. He gave you the pay he owed you and there you were. Jobless. And probably homeless in a month's time.

A week later and some intense job hunting done, you're at your wit's end, truly. Job market is shit and nobody is looking to hire. As you enter your ratty apartment, you sigh and almost want to cry in frustration. You've been cursing the terrorists, soldiers and any motherfucker involved in last week's incident, entering your kitchen to grab a drink and eat some air since you needed to save money, when you froze in place.

In the middle of your tiny living room stood a massive dark frame, the outside lights shining through the balcony door behind him made the man unrecognizable. You were getting robbed. You just caught a dude right in the middle of robbing you. As if it was the cherry on top, every frustration you felt erupted out of you, and while you were still terrified by the massive frame, you growled a "Get the fuck out of my house."

A deep chuckle was your only response and you felt dread.

"You got spunk. And a shit survival instinct." He stepped closer. You stepped back immediately, calculating your route to the door, hoping he wouldn't be able to catch you. Denial. You knew. But you froze again in surprise. You knew that mask.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" It came more of a whisper, thinking you'd never meet those people again. Even standing up in front of him, he's massive. Maybe he came back for those dumbass comments you made. Oh, this is revenge, isn't it? He's built, he can legit destroy you with a punch. Oh, God, you're fucking dead. They still think you're a terrorist or some shit and he's here to destroy you out of existence.

Your mind rambled until he moved, and when he did, you tensed, mind blank. The man, the Ghost took a couple of steps towards you and placed his large hand on the back of your neck, pulling you close. Oh, you're gonna fucking die for sure. He leaned down to your eye level, making you stare into his dark eyes as he studied you.

"Came back to take care of my wife." He said. It was your turn to slowly blink at him. What?

[musical-chick-13]

You know...normally the "guy is sad and murders people over it because how dare other people be happy" archetype is very annoying, but I think they made it work this time.