#they said it wouldn't be done

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[ren-144p]

ARCANE: Silco & Vander ↳ “Everything might have been different.”

[sunnydbeam]

Hands

"Our hands are not the same. Yours are tender, pure, cradle with gentle purpose. They confuse me, make me dizzy... How do you do it? You make me doubt myself."

Robots and humans admiring each other? I love that trope

Robots worshiping each other? I'm totally in

[somegrumpynerd]

When you find out years later that you accidentally named one of your henchmen

Image ID: A multi-panel comic featuring au sanses. Panel 1: In Killer's original universe. A dark figure stands in the foreground while Killer is sitting back in the snow, covered in blood. Killer says "wh-what are you?" Panel 2: The dark figure is Nightmare but only his smile is visible. He says "I am Nightmare, guardian of all negativity in the multiverse ...and I have a proposition for you, Sans." Panel 3: Nightmare's hand is outstreched, he says "Come with me willingly and I'll take you out of this desolate and barren universe and let you loose on many others." Panel 4: Killer is looking back at Nightmare warily, a thought bubble shows he is thinking "other universes...?". He says "...in exchange for what? What do you want with me?" Panel 5: Nightmare's tentacles are reaching out towards Killer. He says "I feed off the fear and misery and hatred in this world, stirring these up will keep me powerful enough to fight against the guardian of positivity. In short," Panel 6: Nightmare is looming over Killer now, his tentacles surrounding him. He says "I just need you to be a good little killer." The word killer is in red text. Panel 7: Killer is grasping Nightmare's hand, having accepted his offer. Panel 8: Now in a different au, Nightmare stands beside Killer as he taunts Dream, who is out of frame. He says "You're outnumbered now Dream, I have a killer with me this time." The word killer is in red text again. Panel 9: Dream is lying on the ground looking hurt and ruffed up. Killer is standing in the background, looking ready to continue beating Dream up. Nightmare says from out of frame "You should know better than to turn your back on a killer by now." The word killer is in red text again. Panel 10: Nightmare is standing by Killer again, looking smug. He says to Dream, who is not shown "You'll need more than that pathetic bow next time you meet with my killer here." The word killer is in red text again. Killer is looking towards Nightmare, pleased with this. Panel 11: We are now in Nightmare's castle, present day. It is revealed to be Killer telling these events to Dust, who looks bored. Killer says "-and the name stuck, so that's why I'm called Killer now." Dust says very quietly "did I ask" Panel 12: Nightmare is standing in the corner behind them, he looks very surprised and concerned after hearing all this. Text with an arrow pointing to him reads "Didn't realise he had done this." Killer from out of frame says "he doesn't really call me his killer anymore tho" with a frowny face. Dust, also out of frame, says "that's nice now shut up" End ID.

[lesbianherald]

What are your favorite tropes for Jayvik? That you’ve read or that you personally like to write for

OOOOOHHHH Some of these aren't tropes per say just things I like lets see

Viktor taking care of Jayce

Viktor Ximena love eachother/bond

I mean i don't like this but Viktor's parents being dead makes the most sense to me for his character - fics that explore that isolation really pique my interest

Viktor that is actually a huge lover/quite emotional, very caring, just struggles to express it. (but its still obvious to the reader even in Jayce's pov)

VIKTOR THAT IS KIND!!

I also like my viktor a little awkward/very witty.

Umm down bad Jayce obviously

praise kink jayce again this one should be obvious. from my work sdkfjd

I just feel it in my bones that Jayce had a weird and kind of distant relationship with his dad before his dad died.

Love when Fics grapple with Jayce's more naive and kind of privileged side - and when they grapple with the disparity in how the two grew up.

Cait and Jayce siblingcore

I really love fics that engage with the fact that they are so - at their core - scientists.

On that note, the fact that having the type of brains they have can be kind of lonely, and that they provide something for each other that nobody else has really been able to match - intellectual stimulation - invention.

Viktor loving Jayce's big brain.

Viktor loneliness themes. (again... duh)

Toxic, I know, but Jealous, Jayce...

Jayce decking Viktor out in the Talis house colors whenever he can.

Post-Cannon fics that explore their mutual turmoil/mental anguish.

Viktor that is allergic to/struggles to recieve words of affirmation (which is fully me projecting but I think works for him lmao)

Nuanced and empathetic explorations of disability

Ridiculously emotional sex that feels like an undoing

Casual physical intimacy too

[dangerous-advantage]

jin ling, having done some stupid shit: my uncle's gonna kill me!

lan sizhui, serenely: it's ok, your other uncle's a necromancer

[wenellyb]

Buck and Tommy just got together and there are already hundreds and hundreds of posts in the 911 tags talking about how Buck and Tommy's "break up" will happen.

And it's fine, people are allowed to share their theories, I share mine as well, but I can't help but wonder what's the angle here?

From what I've seen, most people are sure Buck and Tommy are temporary because they're sure "Buddie is Endgame"? But how would they know?

As far as we know Buck and Eddie are best friends and there hasn't been any indication that the writers are planning for them to have à romantic relation in season 7. Reading interviews with shipping goggles on isn't canon, it's fan theory.

If they had planned it, they would have put some "seeds", some small hints here and there when Buck and Tommy got together, showing that Buck and Eddie's relationship is not meant to be seen platonic, like Buck being unsure about Tommy or Eddie being supportive but a little jealous.

But they haven't, all we've seen right now is Buck being head over heels for Tommy, telling his sister what he likes about him and telling Eddie how he can't stop thinking about Tommy. Buck has such a massive crush on Tommy he invited him to his sister's wedding.

Buck's coming out scene to Eddie was so beautiful and emotional, but there was no hint of Eddie being jealous or him having romantic feelings for Buck. We even got the sweetest and most platonic hug ever.

Where exactly are we supposed to get the message that Buck is harboring a secret crush for his best friend? Or are we supposed to imagine that he'll magically develop romantic feelings in the middle of the season?

I don't understand where the "Tommy is a placeholder for Eddie" theories are coming from???

Buck hurt Eddie to get Tommy's attention, his words not mine. How are the writers going to go from that and make us believe that he was in reality in love with Eddie? How would that go?

I have nothing against Buddie, I even like the idea of them, but at the end of the day, I believe what I see on screen. Fan theories are just theories.

I'm sorry but to me, Buck is all about Tommy.

As someone who has seen my fair share of TV shows, I'm wondering why anyone would think that that's the direction the screenwriters are going.

[hansama]

Day 5 - Lazy...

cozy hours.... u////u) ♥ ♥ ♥

(+ bonus undercut)

@sansxyouweek

without the front stuff bc i subtly worked for that sans booty//////

[girl-drink-drunk]

ten minutes into the new penguin episode and already i kinda wish that the show followed sal being the father sofia deserved, and sofia being the child sal deserved

[kerosene-in-a-blender]

Others have talked, very rightly, about Bells Hells having an extremely Us vs. Them style of morality and one thing I find interesting about all that is many of their most virulent (read: actively nasty towards other fans) defenders are also taking this stance. The party line has become that the segments of the fandom that are disappointed with how this campaign shook out have never been happy with anything Bells Hells did from the beginning and have been actively hating on people who do like it for just as long. Us, the beleaguered Campaign 3 lovers versus Them, the mean c3 haters (who are often characterized as being hung up on the Mighty Nein and simply mad Bells Hells aren't the Nein again).

What's been quite funny for me personally is that I have seen vague posts clearly targeted at myself giving me the above detailed characterization of the c3 hater when I: have never seen Campaign 2 (though I did watch Campaign 1 back in 2019), started watching live with the first EXU, got into the fandom (as a lurker) at the start of Campaign 3, didn't make any of my own posts about it until late 2022 and didn't start really posting in earnest until mid 2023. Practically none of the characteristics applied to the archetypal c3 hater certain fans have created actually apply to me, other than of course thinking Campaign 3 actually isn't very good. So it's been interesting to watch people draw lines in the sand and create an Us vs. Them narrative that I know isn't true based on existing as myself.

[chittychittyyangyang]

Between waiting for V10 news, my own personal stuff, and the US now being on fire (partially) literally, I know I've been pretty quiet here. Even before all of this I was pretty shut down emotionally, and I am just very absent as a person right now. I feel like many are struggling, and I wanted to share something that has helped me some:

What I find myself thinking about the most is like that she was out there and brave and looking for love at a time when her existence was criminalized. It's hard to remember that there was all of this light in the dark ages, but there was still these brazen romances. And I don't know that love was still stronger than fear, at least at times.

You're Wrong About - Kitty Genovese and “Bystander Apathy”

Stories about existing and loving in a world that wants you gone. It's not that horrible things didn't happen or won't happen, but that we will make do. Loving who you love, and being you matters. All of us matter. Our stories and lives, big and small matter.

Take care of those close to you. Find little moments of joy. Disconnect when you can. Read, create, and rest when you can. If you feel like nothing you do can change anything, volunteer. Sure, you can't fix a broken system right now by yourself, but you can help people have a hot meal they might not otherwise get.

As for the RW/BY stuff here, that's not going to change, other than maybe less in part because I just use this as an archive between volumes. I've been here for so long it would feel weird not to at this point. I know some people have found some level of comfort that I'm still here keeping up this blog, and I hope I continue to provide that for people (and, of course, bees).

[silverlining-ships]

really random thought I had when watching this scene

and this is definitely my own head canon but. I really would like to think if she did this I was in the room, and she saw how freaked out I'd get, she'd immediately put aside her pride and apologize. I might even make it a moment in our story/lore

my ex used to do this. a lot. and then he'd say it's fine because he'd never lay a hand on me physically so it doesn't make sense that I'm freaking out whenever he punches walls. he never apologized once.

Jasper cares about me enough to pull back and apologize. It would be an awkward moment. She doesn't quite know *how* to. But I'd like to think she would see the wrong of it and attempt to say sorry.

[brucewaynehater101]

Protective Dick and Bad Parent Bruce short fic:

Dick, calmly glancing at Batman, leans forward in his chair. The other man shifts his weight at the sight of his oldest.

Dick's eyes narrow as he grabs the file in front of him. He leans back and opens the folder upon his lap. Depicted in cruel clarity are brusies, broken bones, cuts, and other injuries on three separate individuals. It seems the evidence has been collected over a period of time.

Bruce's eyes regard his son as he flicks between each photo. If the man was asked before this confrontation, he would have guessed that Dick's anger would have gotten the better of him. The son would react physically before allowing Bruce to explain. Batman even had contingencies in place to ensure Dick was contained in that instance.

Instead, no emotion is shown on his face. Dick Grayson regards the file as if it were a school assigned reading.

Finally, the young man closes the file and glances up at his father.

"Bruce."

Although Dick's tone is impassive, there's considerable implications in that word.

Did you think this was justified? It wasn't just me? How long?

Bruce remains silent.

Dick purses his lips and nods. Of course the man would refrain from speaking. That is his MO, after all.

Similar to how Bruce reverts back to stony silences, it seems Dick will always revert back to his angry Robin days.

He picks up his chair and slams it into Bruce's gut.

[bazaarwords]

in spite of war [1/? | griddlehark | post-canon]

@votum-cordis thank u for this! i've taken some... artistic liberties....

(also big thank u to @smokestarrules for reading this)

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Corporeal is a word I probably wouldn’t have used to describe myself, before.

Not that I wasn’t, just that I’d never, like, looked in the mirror and said: Check me out. Corporeal. I can touch myself. Weheheyyy.

I mean, I’d done that in a mirror. A couple times, actually. Don’t knock it ‘till you try it, I told Ianthe once. She’d had a knife to my neck. Don’t really remember how we got on the topic.

You’d think being dead would rip the horniness out of your loins, kicking and screaming and then cold and dead, just like the rest of you. But it really doesn’t.

Anyway, corporealism.

So, the reason I’d been thinking about it was the head massager. You know, one of the ones with the spindly little wires and the handle that you press down over your head and that makes you feel tingly and weird. I’d found it in my room, sitting on the foot of my bed with such deliberate placement I’d first thought: trap. It’s obviously a trap.

Then, you know, being dead doesn’t get rid of your curiosity either. I think it makes it worse, actually. You know what dying feels like, so if that’s the worst thing that happens then whatever. Been there, done that. 

Let the head massager squeeze my brains out and kill me. Won’t be as bad as last time. Won’t be as bad as the River where you’re simultaneously hot and cold, wet and dry, feeling every single human emotion (and a few inhuman ones, too) while your soul is ricocheted around like a pinball.

Let me just say. That first time I tried it? I would have killed Dad-God all over again for that sensation.

I must have sat on my bed for an hour, feeling the cold metal points warm up as they dragged across my scalp. By the time I’d decided I was done, I was half-asleep, noodly and lame, curled up in a ball, the massager stuck on my head like a new and stupid hat.

Then you knocked at my door. I might have tried to save face, might have scrambled to my feet and ripped the thing off my head. A lot stays the same when you're dead, but some things change, too. I didn’t really give a shit how stupid I looked. I was relaxing.

“Yeah?” I called, too blissed out to get up.

“What are you doing, Nav?” You asked, with the kind of inflection that made it sound like you knew exactly what I was doing.

“Having private me-time. That’s being ruined.” I said, with the kind of inflection that made it sound like nothing at all was being ruined.

There was a pause. I didn’t look up, but I could feel you looking at me. I could always feel it, you know? Even back when we were kids, when we were different people. I didn’t have to be able to touch myself (lmao) to feel you around.

And, I don’t know, I guess I thought—granted, like an idiot—that things would be different. Death doesn’t take the hope away, either. Which sucks ass. I wish it did.

“We’re approaching Cyprus-b,” is all you said, and then I heard the door close.

The massager slid off my head, landing back on the bed with a little thump. I felt every bit of it, and the silence after.

I’ve got a sewn-up hole in my chest and that—the little click of the door latch—made me feel emptier than the memory of my shitty, beating heart.

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[felicitykings]

ANDY: Don't wind yourself up, Dad. ROBERT: "Dad"? "Dad"?!

EMMERDALE (1972- ) ↳ 31.07.2005

[delphientropy]

i cant fucking have ANYTHING

owner of an alterhuman community is a plural pro endo and wants anti endos to fuck off (and i understand and respect their decision it makes sense) im actually gonna lose my fucking mind

can we have ONE anti endo alterhuman community i swear to fucking god. doesnt even have to be anti endo. one that just doesn't fucking CARRREE

thats it im making my own. fuckall