#this is posting early as accountability for me

[elliesbabygirl]

GOLDEN RULE [E.W]

synopsis: In which you meet ellie at a coffee shop, or in true order, Jesse messes up your order and ellie comps your drink while flirting with you, from behind the counter.

Warnings: no warnings! unless you're not into intended-lowercase from a lazy author.

–cutesy flirting and ellie being perfect.... (I love her)

Author's note: This is a sfw one-shot but my account is 18+ and therefore would like minors to not interact with this post or my blog in general.

- Petal & Pines Co. Coffee

The soft humming of espresso machines fill the air, blending into the quiet chatter of early customers. The energy of the coffee shop energizing you as the cashier calls for the next person in line.

"Can i get a medium vanilla latte, two extra shots of espresso and almond milk?" The barista's half-paying attention to you as he talks to his coworker down the prep line.

"Yeah, sure thing. Vanilla latte, extra shots and almond milk...got it." The barista, Jesse, presses a few buttons on the ipad register, fumbling with your cup as he turns around to make your vanilla latte.

Jesse's movements are sloppy as he rushes. Tossing the almond milk to the side as he grabs the regular milk instead and starts pouring.

"I asked for almond milk?" You didn't want to get a stomach ache by drinking regular milk. Jesse's mouth forms an 'oh' as he turns back to you. Replacing the cow milk for almond milk. spilling some in the process, before wiping it up with a nearby rag.

you watch as Jesse starts pouring the espresso, but the machine starts sputtering, letting out a loud, angry noise. The high-pitched whine cutting through the atmosphere as Jesse flinches .

"i got this Jesse, go take your break man — what can I get you?" An auburn haired girl with freckles looks at you, effortlessly shifting into the space behind the counter while flashing you a smile.

"she got uh–a vanilla latte with almond milk and two extra shots of espresso!!" She nods at Jesse's words, muttering 'vanilla latte' as she grabs a to-go up.

"what's your name?–I'm ellie!" Like it was muscle memory, Ellie pulls for the fresh shots of espresso. A smile on your face from her charisma, giving her your name and watching as she repeats it, like she was trying to remember it.

"Y/n? cute...I love it" Ellie says, steaming the almond milk in the pitcher as she keeps eye contact with you. Taking in your appearance, biting the corner of her bottom lip like she was in deep-thought.

"Have you been here before?– I've never seen you before today" She asks, pouring the two shots of espresso into the to-go cup.

"No yeah- it's my first time here!"Ellie eyebrows shoot up at your words, a nervous smile creeping on her face as she looks down. Pouring the steamed almond milk into the cup, watching as the liquid turns into a satisfying light brown.

"Really?" She adds a lid, sliding the to-go cup across the counter. You expectantly look at Ellie, waiting for her to tell you the cost of your drink.

"oh..it's on the house, don't worry about it!" She says, shrugging her shoulders with a giddy smile. A rag in her hand as she wipes down the pickup counter.

"How is it? is it better than Jesse's?" Ellie beams at your approval when you take your first sip and give her a thumbs up. She plays with her fingers, thinking on whether she should ask you for your number or not. –Why not?

"you're really pretty–"

"can i get your–"

You both cut eachother off, staring at eachother with smiles that can only be described as awkward. Ellie awkwardly clears her throat, the nerves getting to her as she tries again.

"Can i get your number?– you're really pretty" Ellie asks again. Making you smile as you nod, grabbing the marker that Ellie fumbles with as she tries to rip off a piece of paper towel to act as paper.

A smile beaming across Ellie's face as she takes the paper towel piece from you. Looking down at it, reading your number with the drawn heart next to it.

xxx-702-xxxx –> y/n ❤︎

"Text me, yeah?" She nods ecstatically, watching you walk out the brewery and down the street from the large glass bay-window in front of the shop.

"she said yes....to me" Ellie whispers to herself from behind the counter.

"dude...you're actually hopless"

"shut up, jesse.."

"are you paying for her drink..?"

The vanilla latte was in fact NOT on the house. Ellie's wallet was now seven dollars shorter...

..

xxx-749-xxxx:

Hey, it's ellie from the brewery

© 𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 ─ 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙. 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 ��𝙤𝙥𝙮, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨.

[sosasturns]

chratt CHALLENGERS ── win some, lose some.

▶︎ Now Playing: Back to the Old House The Smiths

part one

the motel lobby smells like burnt coffee and dust. the kind of place where the carpet hasn’t been changed in decades, and the vending machines hum louder than the air conditioning.

chris steps up to the counter, shifting his duffel bag higher on his shoulder. his curls are still damp from a quick rinse in the tournament showers, and his hoodie sticks to his back, courtesy of a long day in the sun. he taps his knuckles against the front desk, glancing at the empty chair behind it.

no one.

he sighs, rolling his shoulders. his body aches—nothing serious, just the usual tightness after a match. he’d played well. not his best, but enough to make it past this round. not that it mattered. the payout wouldn’t hit his account until the follow-ing week, which meant—

a rustling sound. a moment later, an older woman appears, straightening her blouse as she shuffles toward the desk. she squints at him through thick glasses, lips pursing.

“you need a room?” she asks, voice raspy, unimpressed.

chris exhales, dropping his duffel onto the counter. “yeah. just for the night.”

she nods, typing something into the ancient-looking computer. he pulls out his card, slides it across.

a beat.

then another.

the woman frowns. tries again.

chris already knows what she’s about to say before she even opens her mouth.

“declined.” she pushes the card back toward him.

he leans forward, drumming his fingers against the counter. “try again.”

“i did.”

“try one more time.”

she levels him with a look, unimpressed. “sweetheart, unless you got another form of payment, i can’t do anything for you.”

chris inhales through his nose, glancing over his shoulder. an older couple stands behind him in line, their eyes flicking between him and the receptionist with mild interest. he knows what they’re thinking. he can hear the headline now—professional tennis player can’t afford cheap motel room.

could he call his parents?

yeah.

would he?

not a fucking chance.

chris turns back to the woman, letting his lips curl into something easy, something smooth. he tilts his head, gaze dropping just slightly.

“you sure there’s nothing you can do for me?” his voice dips lower, a slow drag of syllables. “just for a couple of hours?”

the woman snorts, unimpressed. “son, i’m too old to be charmed out of a paycheck.”

chris grins, knocking his knuckles against the counter. “figured it was worth a shot.”

she sighs, shaking her head. “look, the money’ll post in a few days, right?”

“yeah.”

“then come back in a few days.”

he glances outside, where his car sits under a flickering streetlight. the inside is a mess of gear, spare clothes, and half-empty gatorade bottles.

yeah. he’s not coming back.

with one last nod, he grabs his duffel, tossing it over his shoulder. the couple behind him watches as he steps past them, lingering judgment thick in the air.

he ignores it.

now parked in the challenger lot, he reclines the driver’s seat as far back as it’ll go. he yawns, already pulling his hoodie over his head, letting it fall across his lap. he exhales, rolling his neck.

it’s fine.

he’s been in worse places.

he drapes an arm over his eyes, shifting to get comfortable. he’ll figure it out in the morning.

for now, he just needs to sleep.

the knock on the window is sharp, knuckles rapping against glass.

chris stirs, blinking against the early morning light. his neck aches, his back stiff from the angle he passed out in. for a second, he forgets where he is—half expecting to roll over onto a real mattress, stretch out under real sheets—until he cracks one eye open and sees a flashlight beam cutting through the windshield.

he groans. rubs his face. forces himself upright.

outside, a security guard stares at him, arms crossed, brows raised.

chris squints, rubbing a hand through his hair. “what?”

“you can’t sleep here.”

he exhales through his nose, stretching his arms out before slumping back against the headrest. “nah, man, i’m a tennis player. i play in a few hours.” his voice is rough, still heavy with sleep.

the guard doesn’t move. just flicks his gaze over chris’s car—at the mess of duffel bags and scattered receipts, the racket leaning against the passenger seat, the hoodie draped over his lap. then back at him.

a slow, unimpressed blink. “sure.”

chris huffs out a laugh, rubbing his hand over his jaw. he grabs his phone, checking the time. four hours till his match.

“look, i’ll be out of here soon,” he says, already reaching for his keys.

the guard doesn’t respond, just gives him another long look before walking off.

chris exhales, running a hand through his hair. in the reflection of the rearview mirror, he catches himself—eyes heavy, curls a mess, the tired lines in his face more sharper than they were under the motel’s lights.

his stomach twists.

he looks away.

inside the challenger’s front lobby, the air is thick with the scent of fresh tennis balls and cheap coffee. the walls are lined with banners, rackets, trophies, and promotional posters—the biggest one by the desk.

chris steps up, rolling his shoulders.

“i’m a tennis player,” he says.

the woman at the front desk lifts a brow, gaze flicking from his face to the chaos of gear surrounding them. “clearly.”

chris lets out a slow breath, dragging a hand down his face. “chris owen.”

at that, she perks up. “own…” she trails off, thoughtful. “you played juniors, right?”

he nods.

she hums, clicking through the registration system. “thought i recognized your name. i was a line judge at the junior us open back in ‘09.”

chris lifts a brow. “no shit?”

“no shit.” she smiles. “we’re happy to have you here.” a beat. “you’ve got your first match against”—she checks her screen—“leon carris.”

chris sighs. he’s heard the name before. solid baseline player, nothing crazy, but the kind of guy who made you run.

he rubs the back of his neck. “you think i could get some of that prize money in advance?”

she tilts her head. “why?”

“had a problem with my card at the hotel a few blocks back.”

she exhales, folding her hands on the counter. “chris, you know we don’t usually pay out until the player finishes the tournament.”

he huffs out a laugh. “yeah, yeah, just thought i’d ask.”

she pauses, then smirks. “i mean… you could always lose.”

he lifts a brow.

she shrugs. “then we’d have to cut your check this evening.”

chris presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek, nodding slowly. he doesn’t respond, but the thought lingers. could he?

before he can entertain it any further, she sits up a little straighter. “oh, by the way,” she says. “there’s a rumor going around.”

chris’s brow furrows. “yeah?”

“last-minute wildcard.” she smirks, reaching behind the desk.

he watches as she picks up a wilson racket—matt’s face on the packaging.

chris is quiet.

there’s a long beat.

then, slowly, he turns his head, sighing heavily.

great.

© SOSASTURNS

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[lastofthewardens]

oof. probable BIG spoilers for the new show under the cut for people who care about that. nothing is confirmed, but i wholeheartedly believe this to be the truth, so READ AT YOUR OWN RISK because i'm basically just screaming into the void in long form with nowhere else to let this out. my heart hurts so much right now.

for context, i'll be censoring characters/properties i mention that are unrelated so this doesn't show up in those search results.

so i guess the writing is basically on the wall about what will happen with foggy. i tried to stay positive, be delusional, rationalize a way out of what admittedly always looked bad to me. i didn't want to believe it because getting rid of FOGGY NELSON in a DAREDEVIL show seemed absolutely insane to me, especially when there are comic plots they could use to achieve 'matt losing foggy' and then go back on it afterwards. i did my best to not think about it for months at a time, reasoning that it can't be what it looks like, but at this point, the show comes out next week, and here we are.

now obviously nothing can be 100% confirmed until the episode comes out, i'll take all this back if i'm completely wrong, etc. etc. maybe this is the just the CRAZIEST long game of all time, the most coordinated possible lie. but based on the leaks i've seen, the interviews they've been giving, and what we can piece together from officially released material.. yeah, it looks like it's pretty much over.

they all talk like people who are preemptively trying to do damage control. i get the impression they KNOW this will upset maybe not MOST people but some amount of people, and they keep trying to pass blame around, hoping they won't have to take accountability. no one seems to want to own this plot point or acknowledge they've gone along with it. if i'm being completely honest, and i won't go into details because there's no point, but over the past year since this roller coaster started with the first leaks, i've lost a lot of respect for some of the people involved due to the way that they've chosen to engage or conduct themselves with regards to foggy's death.

but my gripe with them is not what this post is about. this post is about foggy.

let me back up first. when i watched daredevil, i didn't care about marvel at all. i was a fan of spiderm*n, but i didn't really read the comics, i only watched the original trilogy movies with t*bey mag*ire and the cartoons when i was a kid. i was primarily a DC fan actually, those were the comics i read, and god, I HATED the MC*U in particular. if you asked me at the time, i would've said something incredibly stupid like "spiderm*n is the only marvel character worth anything", and i would've been sat here years later cringing off the face of the planet remembering i said that.

and then i watched netfl*x's daredevil. i remember instantly falling in love with the show, the characters, the cinematography. man, i was obsessed. i loved everything about it, i loved nelson murdock and page, and i was so glad they let karen stick around because while i didn't read comics then, i was aware of her fate. but my favorite dynamic in the show was matt and foggy, right from the very start. and after years of watching them struggle, sometimes with painfully long waits between seasons, i'll never forget the absolute JOY i felt when they were stood in front of ray in season 3, saying they're going to represent him, and foggy says 'as nelson and murdock, attorneys at law'. united again at last. then nelson and murdock 'officially' became nelson murdock and page, and i was given the happiest possible ending for a show that was cancelled far too early. i carried that happy ending in my heart for a very long time.

when the show ended, i was obviously sad. i wanted to spend more time with all of these characters, and it was being cancelled for reasons that didn't feel fair after an amazingly well received season. i held out hope that maybe one day my favorite show would return, maybe a little different but with the same heart surely. surely. (if only i knew then what i know now). i didn't expect it though, and i made peace with my happy ending because that's something not all shows even get! i was grateful. grateful is the best way to put it.

and so i took that energy with me, and eventually, i decided to read some comic books. matt and foggy's relationship in the comics made me mourn for the season 4 that could've been because in my heart, i know they would've finally mended things properly. they would've worked together as a team again. and while the daredevil comics obviously have tons of other stuff going for them, matt and foggy were still at the heart of that for me. seeing the source material really enhanced my appreciation for the show and the characters, while also giving me something else to love about daredevil because many of those comic runs are amazing.

and when the new show was announced, i was so nervous but so excited. at first. but then what followed from there was a series of rumors over time about foggy and karen not being included at all, about foggy just being a cameo, foggy being KILLED off screen??? i remember just thinking what the actual fuck are they doing. and then everyone was fired! they hired a bunch of new people, said they were fixing things. there was hope. set pictures came out of nelson murdock and page, and for a day, i couldn't have been happier than i was seeing the three of them together again. then the other set pictures came out. videos. stories about those days on set being told by the people who leaked them. leakers who were supposedly reliable (as reliable as any of them ever are) said independently that foggy was still going to die. i was livid and upset and confused about how they could ever think this was a good idea.

for a solid year, i tried to ignore it was happening. 'they couldn't possibly be right, this can't be what it looks like, it's too obvious right? ...right?'. but i think it is what's happening. they are killing foggy nelson, in a daredevil show. and i'm absolutely devastated.

this is such an incredibly huge mistake for them to be making, even objectively. they talk about wanting this show to go on for 'season infinity', saying they have so many stories left to tell, and i just don't get it at all. 60 YEARS of comic history that i've come to love just flushed down the drain. so many story lines discarded, now impossible to adapt. so many story lines gutted, not impossible to adapt but missing the beating heart of it.

and it feels like no one cares. i go on social media, on twitter, on reddit. so many people just seem to think 'well, that's sad, but as long as it's a good story', as if foggy nelson isn't absolutely vital to matt's character, as if their friendship isn't part of the fabric. some people are arguing that 'it's never been done, and bold choices are good!' or else saying that they 'needed to raise stakes', especially to make bullseye look cool, all of which are absurd arguments to me. i remember when adaptations used to be love letters, not shitting on something just for the sake of 'doing something new'. i only wanted to see my favorite characters on screen again.

so the hardest part of this is feeling like there won't be any justice for this colossal fuck up. most people will obviously still watch this show. it will likely be extremely successful. just look at the early reviews, eating it up despite his death in the FIRST TEN MINUTES. they won't get the backlash that they deserve for shitting on the original show and the source material. at worst, a handful of people won't watch, like me, and they'll get some small amount of hate on social media, but largely, i suspect people will move on. (i won't).

there will be no justice. just insane disrespect for foggy's character, insane disrespect for his relationship with matt. i'm less sure about this part, but i've heard there's not even a funeral, that after he dies it goes to the title screen and then a year time skip. skipping all of the immediate aftermath in favor of what.. daredevil doing sick flips? another fight sequence? whatever. they couldn't even respect his character in death, but don't worry guys, i'm sure they totally 'care a lot'.

how they'll choose to handle it throughout the season will remain to be seen (or read and seethed about in my case because fuck that), so i can't speak on this part as much, but it seems like a disrespect to matt's character too. that man would never be happy again if foggy nelson died, but this new team clearly has other ideas.

and they could've fixed this. if you're someone who is upset, DO NOT let them fool you or talk you into thinking their hands were tied. the first and last two episodes are all new content the new team filmed. the story relied on everyone thinking foggy was dead, sure, but he didn't have to actually be dead. there's comic precedent for a fake out, and the death scene is newly filmed content. they even reshot scenes they'd filmed, like vanessa's when they got the actress back. however it plays out, the NEW team decided to make it play out that way. if i'm right and foggy is dead and there's no coming back from it, it's THEM who decided this. instead of making him look dead by constructing a death that he could come back from and then bringing him back after the plot they needed to tell (to keep the footage they already shot) was resolved, they just killed him. hold them responsible, always. don't let them pass the blame around the way they've so obviously been doing. this IS in fact on them, no matter what they say.

but at the end of the day, all that aside, my anger and sadness over this won't change anything. foggy's still dying. he's a character of his own with so many stories left they could've told, but they're discarding him in episode 1. any character development i'd been looking forward to seeing for him is all just gone. so many beautiful moments between matt and foggy just.. tossed away.

i'm a matt fan first. he's my favorite character. but i won't watch this show without foggy. there is no matt without foggy, to me. a permanent death, a matt permanently without foggy, is not a story that i'm interested in seeing or one i think is even worth telling. daredevil stories can be dark, yes, matt loses people close to him, yes, but there can also be a lot of hope, and foggy is his constant. there is no hope here. in retrospect, i know the original show didn't get everything right, but they would never have killed off foggy nelson. they knew how important he was. i believe that in my heart.

and i'm devastated. i've cried, honestly. because i don't know how i'm supposed to engage with anything daredevil now without it being tainted by this. i don't know how to watch the original show and not be thinking about what they've done, that the future of that version of those characters is what it is. i don't know how to read the comics and not be reminded of what could've been for matt and foggy, if people who actually cared about the right things had made this new show.

this isn't just.. a bad new show, that i can ignore, you know? if they'd kept it a reboot, excluded characters, i would've been annoyed but i could've just brushed it off as nothing to me. now that it's a continuation, and they've brought foggy back literally just to fridge him, it feels like something is being taken away from me. the joy that i felt watching season 3, reuniting 'as nelson and murdock, attorneys at law'. the joy that i felt watching foggy write nelson murdock and page on the napkin, and ending that show knowing they were going to be okay, even if i never saw them again on my screen. the happy ending i'd held in my heart all these years. it feels like that's been stolen from me by people who don't really get it at all.

i hope on tuesday i look like a complete fool for writing all of this, that i come back here and delete this post in embarrassment because i'm so completely wrong. i want to be wrong sooo bad, but i don't think that i am, and this all just really sucks. foggy nelson deserves so much better, and so do all of us fans.

[starry-bi-sky]

Danyal Al Ghul's missed potential - this kid is not gonna behave like his canon self if he's with the league of assassins until his late formative years, and my reasoning why

(feel free to take this all with a grain of salt this is just my thoughts on it, this is all mostly amusing to me and isn't trying to be negative towards anyone else)

similar to how i was talking about how danny growing up in crime alley would affect him, demon twin aus with danyal al ghul make me laugh a lot (affectionate) because... whose teaching danny to unlearn all the ecofascism he picked up from the league of assassins? whose teaching him to be kind? to be gentle? Not the LoA thats for certain.

(you could plausibly say Jazz but she's only 2 years older than Danny and do you really expect a fellow child to properly explain why X is wrong to another child and have it be 100% effective? i don't doubt it'd help to an extent, but not in the same way an adult explaining it would)

plus a ton of other things, like whose teaching him to value human life? not the LoA. Whose teaching him how to adjust to living with American society after he ends up with the Fentons when he's 8-9-10? Who teaches him that killing is wrong, whose enforcing that?

(not the Fentons if you're going the neglectful parent route, and Jazz can try but i really don't think Danny is going to listen to her, a stranger who isn't even part of his grandfather's league)

How do you teach a child to value human life when the greatest development window for that opportunity has closed and he's already formed his own opinions?

You're not gonna get a Danny whose exactly like his canon attitude if he's staying with the league during his formative years (0-8 years old). you're not. You could get someone LIKE it, potentially, or someone who has traces of it or is similar -- like danny's wit and jokes and sarcasm, and on some level his kindness. but you're not gonna have a carbon copy. Development doesn't work that way. "nature" can only do so much in the face of nurture.

If anything, it doesn't even have to be a major change -- in the league he cans till be kind, but it's probably going to manifest in a different way than what is considered normal. Tough love, for one. But there's gonna be something that affects him negatively. Why make him 'always good/kind' when you can make him a brat who develops into a kinder (if spikier than in canon) person?

TLDR: Danyal Al Ghul would not be like how he is in canon if he's with the league until his late formative years -- not without any lasting pr permanent impacts from the league at least. Missed potential to make him an absolute nightmare like damian was -- especially in his early years when he first arrived to the Fenton house.

(this doesn't apply to danyal al ghul aus where he's either given to the fentons as a baby/is reincarnated/etc. this is mostly aimed for danyal al ghul aus where he fakes his death at like, 7-10 and somehow ends up, personality-wise like his completely canon self by 14 without any differences.)

(and even then if he's five or four, or even three, he would still be traumatized and influenced by the league. he'll just have more time to adjust. the sooner he leaves the league the more likely he is to be like his canon self, but not like an exact copy)

(more under the cut)

Anyways what I'm saying is that there is prime missed Danyal al Ghul potential to make him an absolute NIGHTMARE to the Fentons however way he ends up with them, just like Damian was with the Waynes! Cuz why does Damian get all the fun? Danny got the same training and endoctrine as him! He is also an ex-assassin! Why is Danny the only one who is 'well adjusted and non-violent' hm? Hmm?

Why can't he also be mean, and stabby, and a total stuck-up in some way or another? Have fun with his characterization, its prime opportunity to play play-doh and clay with him! If he starts out as X how does he get the personality traits of Y, and thus become XY?

Like take this with a grain of salt if you will, but make him arrogant. Make him an asshole! Make him a bad person at first! Because he will be! He's the blood son of the batman and you mean to tell me that damian is the only one arrogant about it at first? Make him stabby and mean even at 14 when he's begun to chill out! Have fun with it! If he's with the Fentons at any point past the age of four or five then he's gonna be a nightmare to handle because he still remembers the league and his time there.

(and while it gives him more time to chill the hell out, his time at the league is still gonna leave an impact on him.)

also what im saying as well is have him and sam potentially get along like a house on FIRE. Again, Danny grew up under the views of an ecofascist cult and nobody to challenge those views to him until he got to amity park at whatever age in late formative years he was at. He could be about as intense or even MORE intense about environmental awareness/rights than Sam is!

(also him being supremely unimpressed with Sam's wealth. he gave up a palace in the mountains for this town. because that's funny to me - like let his past have more influence on him! it'll be fun!)

you could have a danny who doesn't kill but doesn't fully understand the value of human life because jazz is like two years older than him and isn't that good at explaining why people's lives are important. he won't kill but he's not morally opposed to it. there's very little chance he actually gets bullied at school because he nearly killed Dash the first time he tried anything.

Danny could have scars, physical ones, because its implied in multiple canon that training starts at toddling (my best bet is 3 at minimum and ~maybe~ 2 but only on the later side of 2. Good fucking luck getting any infant under 2 to do anything you ask, ESPECIALLY assassin training. They're gonna stick the weapon in their mouth sooner than they're gonna do katas. This is coming from a daycare teacher.)

there's more examples of how danny being at the league during his formative years would affect him, but those are just some of them. he could have a sword! An appreciation for weaponry and nature. Maybe he still speaks all shakespearan and formal, does he still make bodily threats to people? If Damian is still threatening people at 14 why can't danny?

[palaceoftears]

Mahidevran sultan criticizing Sultan Suleyman as a patriarch, lover, parent and padisah through the seasons × Hypocrates by Marina

May God bless him anyways, he doesn't intend to die as a tyrant like his father. I saw him at the market, he was so miserable, shame... The Almighty punishes him this way.

Happy (belated) birthday @mc-critical <33 love you

[irithyllians]

been slowly getting into the balding gate game

[anghraine]

One of the more peculiar things about my current academic existence is that it's like—

me (to my best friend): It feels kind of strange that I've always had so many ties to people who are much more literary than me. There are all these people I know who keep ending up at "I discovered True Art and now I'm too good for Star Wars" and I'm just thinking, "damn, couldn't be me."

best friend: ...you have a PhD in literature.

me: True, but not their kind of literature!

best friend: It's still a PhD in literature. Do these people have that?

me: Well, hmm, maybe not, technically. But I've never been all that interested in major experiments with form and style—doing that stuff myself or reading the kind of literature that focuses on pushing those boundaries. I've always cared more about popular literature that prioritizes immersion and world building and just getting people to care a lot about characters and plot and such, not the really prestigious stuff.

best friend: You literally teach Shakespeare.

me: Well, I decided not to study the things I love most so they didn't get tainted by academia. And anyway, I still focused on popular literature from my eras. The seventeenth-century stuff I was writing about made a lot of the late Victorians very angry because they thought it was crude and cravenly appealing to unrefined common tastes instead of True Art. The novel in Austen's lifetime was even more of a low-prestige popular form at the time, especially the female-dominated genres, which were most of them, and she took care to identify herself as a woman.

best friend: I know you did get into academia through Tolkien and then didn't study anything close to that.

me: I couldn't let them ruin him for me! And besides, I know that Shakespeare and Austen are about as prestigious as it gets now, but for me they've still got that pop culture media energy, you know? Though sometimes when people make sweeping pronouncements about artistry and literature that don't make sense for anything in English published before 1700, I have to fight the temptation to be ... that person.

best friend, laughing: You mean pulling a well akshually? At least you have the credentials. You could even do it like "well actually, *obnoxious cough* as someone with a PhD in this subject..." now. You spent years earning this! Tell a few people Well Actually as a treat and then go watch Star Wars.

[katkat030]

It takes something as simple as a flower tucked behind her ear dropping to the ground for Pearl's world to start tearing apart at the seams. --- It's cruel to dream about a place you can't return to.

A one shot for day thirty of @definitelynotshouting's definitelynottober2024 prompt list, The Sunset Harvest.

[noisytenant]

Im going to bed so early (12-1:30) and waking up so early (10-11) lately. without an alarm

[blueskittlesart]

POST MORE SWORD OF FATE PLS IM BEGGING

i have very little in terms of actual art LMAO but i CAN explain the sword thing because i checked and i did in fact never make this plot point public. i struggled for a while with creating a villain for this story until i realized that. i put "sword" in the title of the game. of course it has to be about the fucking sword. DUH.

so i want SOF to deal very heavily with religion, specifically the way in which hyrule's religion forms post-sksw but pre-reincarnation. i've placed it on the timeline directly after sksw, making it the first actual reincarnation in hyrule. what this means is that there's no actual proof yet that the reincarnation thing is real and not just an insane bluff on demise's part, and so several key characters including link and zelda barely believe in hylia or demise at all when the story starts. my thought with this setting's version of ganon is that he's the polar opposite of the nonbelievers. The gerudo don't really exist as of now, but he DOES come from the desert region of hyrule--specifically, he was raised in a cultlike offshoot of the sheikah religion which interpreted the hylia/demise myth completely literally and believes that a doomsday is coming, heralded by the foretold return of demise. Because of this, he knows more about the cycle and how to set it in motion than basically any other character. Crucially, he and his people are some of the only ones at this point aware of the existence of the master sword.

ganon finds. a sword. a sword which he THINKS is the master sword. and this theory is only reinforced when the sword begins to speak to him about his destiny and the salvation of hyrule. unfortunately it is not the master sword and he ends up basically a pawn in the greater plans of what's left of demise & ghirahim within that sword, manipulated into attempting to revive demise and destroy the reincarnated hero and princess. he remains in denial until basically the very end of the final battle, completely convinced that he is the true savior of hyrule and LINK is the one being misled. ghirahim is a very good manipulator lol

[potatocrisp]

Since we gotta do this just FYI I won't be sharing dragon age veilguard spoilers that are released early nor for probably a month or so after the game is released. And if there is anything it will be under a read-more and tagged accordingly.

I played Inquisition at launch so it's been a decade and I'm not looking to be spoiled or spoil anyone else, so if you will be posting spoilers I'll likely just have to unfollow.

[biowho]

youre only mad about the community council getting treated the way you all deserve because youre one of them. get off your high horse.

I wasn't... I'm not one of them

[therealcallmekd]

Crazy how I never post OC content on here.

But alas, Tumblr isn't ready for this guy.

[sapphire-imeo]

peak of the day: got froyo with my friends 😋

valley of the day: hardly passed my history test 🥲

[lambilegs]

Who used your headcanons?

hi bae <3 I get the curiosity, but I don't want to be calling anyone out because that was never the intention of my post today. other than one fic that very clearly, intentionally copied me, other circumstances where people have used my hcs and/or the same wording are circumstances where I was uncomfortable, but not mad. because like I've said, I understand how a person can redistribute or relay someone else's ideas without realizing it or having any malicious intent. so, while it sometimes made me uncomfy, I definitely have no intention to cast the spotlight on or get angry at anyone other than the one individual who clearly did intentionally + knowingly copy me. because in those other cases, it could've been just honest mistakes, and I'm not about to accuse or get mad at anyone for that. my post was never meant to serve as a callout, it was really just meant to be me establishing my boundaries and feelings regarding my hcs being used, as well as encourage people to be more careful in the future since I recognize some of these cases may have been purely subconsciously done, and other people may have just not known what my boundaries were. so, the post itself was just meant to be a clarification of what I'm comfortable with, as well as what what I'd prefer in the future for people who it intentionally vs unintentionally.

i'm not throwing any writers under the bus, or including their handles, publicly due to suspicion or discomfort alone -- we don't do that here, you know? I'll expose people who I know copied me intentionally. but, people who've used my hcs and wording for certain things, but whom may have done it without realizing, I don't wanna betray like that.

also, for the person who did knowingly copy me, I'm probably not gonna call out or @ just because their entire fic wasn't a copy of mine, but rather certain parts were taken word for word. which, yeah, I probably should call out, but like, I'm a bit too anxious for that 🧍🏽‍♀️idk where S from september is but she isn't here now

[stonesandswords]

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