#this is the hardest impulse to control

[lanaevyssmoved]

i really really really wanna isolate and disappear and just stop being someone everyone knows. really badly

[hadesoftheladies]

men should start competing with each other in being good people. we get it, you run the fastest and punch the hardest and sex the brutalest. can you be good at the grownup stuff now? like impulse control and cooperation and self-awareness? can you find the big boy in you sometime soon? it’s fucking boring.

[hootenannyskeleton]

got beef jerky as an early bday gift

is amazing, very very very tasty

[cazshmere]

Astrology Observations Pt. 8 🦂

materialist🔖

DISCLAIMER: These are just my personal observations and are meant for entertainment purposes only; it may not resonate with everyone due to the nuances of astrology. Please respect my work and avoid copying or stealing it. Enjoy reading!! 🦂

🦂 I think people who have their chiron in the 3rd/7th or 11th house may experience significant insecurity about posting on social media and being in front of a camera, or even commenting under various posts online. They often overthink the things they put out online/the things they were going to post online 😭 and also if they post pictures/videos they might rewatch the picture/video 984726261 times and often find a SOME tiny fault and convince themselves to delete whatever it is that they have posted. This placement can create a deep-seated fear of judgment and a tendency to second-guess every public interaction

🦂I have noticed that scorpio moons and capricorn moons have very involved and critical mothers/parents, exhibiting behaviors typical of helicopter parenting. For instance they could micromanage every single thing you do or have some sort of comment to make about every little thing you do (also applicable to aries and virgo moons). I also feel that cappy and scorpio moons may find it the hardest to detach from their generational trauma because their parents may have instilled strict principles/beliefs into them and they end up carrying forward all these beliefs which in return makes them more susceptible to repeating toxic patterns which then ends up causing A LOT of trauma to these individuals ❤️‍🩹

🦂 honestly taurus placements aren’t always mindful and demure, despite being ruled by venus. Most taurus placements (esp sun,moon and mars) are NOT afraid to call people out on their bs and are extremely straightforward and direct. The type to insult you straight to your face if you annoy them or smtg 😭 and you’d be like ouch, what was the reason for that??💀. They can come across as arrogant and rude sometimes BUT this all makes a lot of sense as a lot of them tend to be sidereal aries placements after all🙏😂

🦂 speaking of sidereal placements I wanna talk about how virgos can be super playful and child-like (esp with the people they are comfortable with) because they’re leo placements in sidereal + virgo placements also really crave attention, sometimes way more than Leo’s tbh✨

🦂 aries and scorp moon/venus women often attract guys who initially start off as wanting to be/being their “friends” BUT the only reason they wanted to be their friend in the first place is because they see potential for a romantic/sexual relationship with them. It’s sad because literally every guy friend you have/had TOTALLY had other intentions that weren’t platonic 🥲

🦂 having placements in the 2nd house (esp if there are no harsh aspects) just mellows down the intensity of the placement. For instance moon in the 2nd house people can regulate their emotions much more stable and easy manner. Having placements in the 2nd house is such a BLESSING.

🦂 if you think you know someone with a scorpio moon, moon in the 8th house or moon-pluto native, trust me you DON’T😭. no one will ever KNOW every single part of them. They remind me of onions yk? SO MANY LAYERS to them and no one will ever truly know everything about them

🦂 also idk if I’ve mentioned this before but CAN WE JUST TAKE A MINUTE TO APPRECIATE HOW FUCKING FUNNY/HUMOROUS CANCER PLACEMENTS ARE???? literally SO SO witty and make you laugh till your stomach hurts😭🫶🏻

🦂 with age, saturn in cancer natives can look a lot like their mothers 💗

🦂 shadow traits are often expressed through the moon and mars, as these planets govern our raw emotions and drives. For example, an aries moon’s may react with impulsive outbursts and frustration, while a scorpio mars might exhibit controlling, obsessive, or manipulative behaviors to maintain power. These primal reactions tend to surface under stress or vulnerability. To work on your shadow self, it's helpful to focus on your Moon and Mars placements, as these often reveal where you're repeating or expressing toxic behaviors. By understanding how these signs influence your emotional reactions and drive, you can better recognize and address patterns that need healing.

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[all-purpose-dish-soap]

everyone says soap is a munch. and that's true, but he's not sweet. when he's eating you, he's getting what he wants out of you.

nsfw ⬇

he's gotta be touching you. grabbing your ass and squeezing hard. pressing his thumb against your asshole to make you squirm and then digging his strong fingers into your hips to hold you still. he needs to be doing something with his hands.

soap's gotta be sliding his fingers into you because his understimulated adhd brain needs you to light him up and empty him out. he wants to focus on you and you're gonna give him something to focus on, like it or not. he likes to hear you moan and yelp and curse. he likes when you talk to him--unlatches his mouth just to mouth off back to you. he really likes it when he shoves his tongue back into you and feels you clench down on him, all twitchy on the inside. you're like his goddamn stress ball. you're on your back with your thighs around his head trying to scoot up the bed away from his impulsive fingers but he doesn't let you. keep talking. your throat is gonna be raw when he's done.

and if he gets tired of that--after he's done overstimulating you, once he's made you cum enough that you literally just cannot react like he wants--he's gonna grab you and put you on top of him. you think this is finally the part where he fucks you to completion, and you're fine with that because you're a hazy mess. but no. he lays down with you and then he stops you, your hands already on his chest, from straddling his hips. he tells you to turn around and face the other way instead. 

he grins that stupid cocksure grin at the realization in your eyes. but no, it doesn't help if you tell him you don't think you can hold yourself up. you wanna protest? that's cute. even if you try to scoot down until your folds are touching his cock--trying to tease him into just fucking you that way--he grins and grabs your hips and makes you turn around. you're straddling him again as he drags you by the hips up his chest. he positions you over his mouth again. you're so goddamn overstimulated and you don't think you have another one in you. but he's taking that as a challenge.

while he's maneuvering you over his mouth, you feel him breathing on your core, and he tilts you down so your stomach is pressed down on his abs. and his cock is in your face. at least there's no question that he's enjoying himself.

he drags his tongue up your folds again, and you muffle a moan, grabbing his cock. his hips twitch and he shoves his tongue into you. you have to stretch forward to lay the flat of your tongue on his shaft and lick him from base to tip. but that makes him falter for a second, groaning through his teeth. that momentary relief helps you get your bearings such that you manage to get your mouth around him.

then you're both trying to outdo each other. you try your hardest to maintain concentration and blow soap like a fucking champ, barely a brain cell left in your head; soap eats you out aggressively, shifting under you to make you slow down. you're gonna make him cum but he doesn't wanna be finished yet. he's not done with you. you feel his hands running down your body, looking for something, somewhere he can grab you and pull you back into his control, but it's no good. he can't stop his hips from bucking either.

you think you've almost finished him off when suddenly his hand finds your hair and his fingers tangle there, tugging your head back for a moment, forcing your back to arch. his cock slips out of your mouth and you gasp when his tongue rubs hard--mean--against your g-spot. you writhe on his mouth, but he lays his forearm across your lower back and keeps you right fucking there. he bullies your g-spot relentlessly, his fingers tight in your hair, the pressure on your scalp feeling so good. you see stars and peak again with a cry. your hips move uncontrollably, grinding down on his face, encouraging his bad behavior in a way you are absolutely helpless to stop.

he chuckles as you come down. you're so blitzed you have to lay your forehead on his thigh and remember how to breathe.

"thought you didn't have another one in ya," soap says, smug as shit.

you huff and grab his cock in your hand again, enveloping it in your warm mouth. his stupid chuckle cuts off with a breathless groan.

this time he can't stop his hips from rutting up into your mouth, and he finishes there. finally.

finally after that he shuts up. he stares at the ceiling, dazed, hands finally still and resting on your ass as you snooze right where you lay--on top of him.

...

more Soap / masterlist tag

[thetireddoktor]

50 Questions about the Bishops

Note: You can specify which bishop you’re asking about, you don’t have to write for all four unless you choose to!

1 Were the Bishops born into their roles, or did their crowns choose them, or did they stumble upon them?

2 Which sibling was the most protective growing up?

3 Did any of them have childhood nicknames? If so, what were they?

4 How did they discover their domains (Chaos, Famine, Pestilence, War)?

5 Which Bishop adapted easiest to their role? Who struggled the most?

6 Do your Bishops have unique physical features (scales, scars, patterns, markings) that reflect their domains?

7 How tall are your Bishops compared to one another?

8 What are their signature weapons or magical abilities?

9 Describe one or all of the Bishop's unique traits.

10 How do they each maintain or decorate their crowns?

11 What’s each Bishop’s favorite food?

12 Do any of the Bishops have unusual habits or quirks?

13 Who among them is the most affectionate? Who struggles with showing affection?

14 Do they have any pets or companions within their temples?

15 How do they each feel about music or art?

16 Which sibling relationship is the strongest? Which is the most complicated?

17 Did any of the Bishops have close relationships or friendships outside their immediate family?

18 How does each Bishop handle conflict or arguments with their siblings?

19 Have any Bishops taken romantic partners? If so, describe them.

20 Are any of the Bishops especially good with children?

21 Describe the interior design of one of (Or all) the Bishop’s temples.

22 How do each of them recruit followers?

23 Which Bishop is strictest with their followers, and which is the most lenient?

24 What rituals or traditions are unique to each Bishop’s cult?

25 How involved is each Bishop in their followers' daily lives?

26 What does each Bishop secretly fear?

27 Do any of them have recurring dreams or nightmares?

28 Have any of the Bishops ever questioned their purpose?

29 Which Bishop has the hardest time controlling their domain’s darker impulses?

30 Do any of them regret their part in imprisoning Narinder?

31 How did each Bishop initially react when Narinder's rebellion began?

32 Do the Bishops feel justified in imprisoning Narinder?

33 Does any Bishop secretly wish the prophecy of rebellion had turned out differently?

34 How does each Bishop view the concept of fate versus free will?

35 Which Bishop most resents their role or responsibilities?

36 Do the Bishops experience chronic pain or lasting injuries from the fight with Narinder? (Excluding the loss of Ears, eyes, throat and skull)

37 How do they manage their physical or psychological injuries?

38 Have any Bishops developed unique coping mechanisms for stress or trauma?

39 Do they ever rely on each other for emotional or medical support?

40 Which Bishop would hide an illness or injury out of pride?

41 If the Bishops had a hobby unrelated to their duties, what would it be?

42 Which sibling would most likely keep a diary or personal journal?

43 Do any of them have a sweet tooth? Favorite desserts?

44 How does each of the Bishops handle being teased or joked with?

45 Are any Bishops secretly sentimental or nostalgic?

46 How would each Bishop react if they were spared and brought into a new cult?

47 Do any of the Bishops long for forgiveness from Narinder, or do they expect his forgiveness? Do they even want it?

48 As Followers, how do they cope without their crowns?

49 Who out of the four Bishops would adapt most easily to life among mortals if they lost their divine powers?

50 Free headcanon space!

[brainmuncher]

Visiting an old friend

The whole way to Bludhaven Danny kept on telling himself that surely he’d made a mistake. He knew he could be impulsive sometimes but flying to Bludhaven on a rumor? He felt like he was a teenager all over again.

It’d been some dumb article he’d found while trying to focus on editing the design of a Fenton battery. It was a Bludhaven paper he’d forgotten to unsubscribe to that sent him a breaking news email. He used to eat up those papers, glad to have any way to see how his old friend was doing, but now it just felt suffocating to remember. He’d almost deleted it without even opening it, but some nagging feeling told him he should open it. He never would've expected to open it to a new blurry photo of a figure in blue, soaring above on the rooftops.

He barely got a couple of sentences into the article claiming that Nightwing could be back before he shot out of his apartment. Ever since that day when he watched invisibly as his coffin was laid in the ground he searched for Dick’s ghost. But no ghost this new could control their appearance that well. Colors were some of the hardest to control after all. So Dick could be… he really could be…

After that, the rest of the flight was much more nerve-wracking. He hadn’t ever met the other bats, but he knew that they could have some interesting rouges. Some kind of convoluted plan might have been behind all of this. Maybe someone was impersonating him? Or maybe some other blue vigilante has taken up Bludhaven… Was one of Dicks siblings taking over the Nightwing name? That last one was quickly shot down though. He saw how distraught the group was, he doubted if they would’ve even been able to touch the suit without breaking inside.

So all that led him to now, standing outside Dicks apartment building. Before they lost touch this was the place Dick told him he could go if he ever needed help. And seeing the lit-up rooms from the outside, Danny knew that at least someone had to have been there.

For the sake of normality, Danny decided to take the stairs within the building to Dicks floor. It definitely wasn’t because he was nervous or anything… it had nothing to do with that at all. Although the stairs seemed to reach the top quicker than he expected. 

He walked up to the apartment number that he was told about. A snarky ‘This house has gone 0 days without a pun’ welcome mat sat outside the door. The joke actually helped Danny calm down a bit, breathing in a deep breath of the slightly dusty hallway air before letting it out again. Without further ado, he rapped his knuckles on the hardwood door. Internally he winced at the loud noise. It was much later at night than any normal person would be awake. If someone was here and had a good sleep schedule then Danny probably just woke them up.

A few minutes passed by before his hearing picked up movement in the apartment. One part of him jumped in excitement, while the other sank with anxiety. Was that Dick? Or was it one of his siblings? Damn, Danny should have gone through with this invisibly, that way if it is one of the siblings he won’t have to face them. But it was much too late for that now, he knew that there had to be at least one camera facing him right now. Maybe he can just pretend to be lost? But then why would he climb up so many floors just to ask for directions? He really should’ve thought this through…

Before he could sink any lower into his panic the door let out a click of a lock. Momentarily frozen, he watched as the door slithered open without so much as a creak. To his amazement, the Dick Grayson stood staring back. He looked tired and was dressed in comfortable civilian clothes, but it was Dick. Before anything could be said Dicks eyes went down to look into Danny’s. His eyebrows creased in confusion, no doubt surprised by the random visit.

“Danny?” Dick questioned, his voice sounding a bit rough around the edges.

Danny couldn’t help the disbelieving smile from creeping up on his face.

“Hey Dick,” He spoke, his grin never leaving his face. “I’ve really missed you.”

A small breathy laugh of shock left Dicks lips as he looked down at Danny. He loosened his stance at the door, seeming to relax now that he knew who was there. Danny couldn’t help but feel bad at the scare he must have given the other. 

“I hadn’t thought we’d be seeing each other again. It’s been…” 

Years, Danny finished in his head. We haven’t seen each other in years.

They initially met on the streets funnily enough. Danny had been on the run from the GIW and Dick had been freshly fired from Robin and kicked out of the manor. Not that either one knew that much of each other at first. Danny had been hiding in a warm corner of a building when Dick bumped into him trying to find a warm place to stay as well. Danny offered for him to stay, not seeing any danger in letting someone around his age stay with him. After that things got revealed slowly, like Dick realizing that Danny wasn’t just homeless, he was hiding. And Danny noticing the odd skills that Dick had and the way the other held himself back in other situations. Slowly their secrets were shared with each other… and they found that they didn’t mind.

Eventually, they drifted apart though. Jazz and his friends finally found a way to create him a safe identity and eventually, he enrolled himself in college, deciding to take a break from Phantom for a while. Dick ventured out and created the Titans, even forging a new hero identity for himself as Nightwing. They slowly just stopped talking to one another after that. Not out of malice or anything, but just because they got busy. Life took over. It was only when a life was taken away, that Danny frantically tried to find out what happened to his friend.

But now that he’s here in front of him… He’s noticing the same things he’d seen from when they were on the streets. Dick had bags under his eyes like he was watching the candle burn at both ends and doing nothing to stop it. His clothes weren’t just baggy, they were unwashed. There was a faint toothpaste drop on his shirt that had been attempted to be rubbed off… but to no avail. His hair was shiny with unwashed grease and grime. And his face… He didn’t look like he was eating enough.

Like a truck had hit him, Danny suddenly found himself much less happy than he was before. Something was wrong with his friend. And if the crystae around the grave that Nightwing was supposedly buried were any indication… then… 

Danny straightened his stance subconsciously. It seems like he was due a serious conversation with the other.

“Can I come in? I’d rather not have this kind of conversation in the hall,” Danny asked awkwardly, looking around himself as if there was another person that he could see.

To Danny's concern, Dick’s body tensed up at the prospect of letting him in. He swore he saw Dick grimace at that for a split moment before a plastered-on smile was on his face. Nonetheless, Dick opened the door with much less bravado than he would’ve years ago and waved him in.

“Welcome to my abode,” he tried to joke, but the tone felt forced.

Danny didn’t understand why the other had looked that way until he walked through the doorway. While he may be no Kryptonian with insane super everything, he did have enhanced senses. And every single one of those senses went off like a bomb when he walked into the apartment. There were dirty dishes and clothes haphazardly left around collecting mold and mildew. He could see a portion of the Nightwing suit stuffed into a corner like Dick had tried to hide it from his sight. There were more than a few bottles of soda and coffee mugs spread across the room, some carrying a scent that Danny could live without. Then there was a shattered photo face down on the side of the room, glass still spread around the frame like a horrific halo. 

But the worst was probably the energy of liminal surrounding the whole place. The emotional energy within it was heavy, grief and desperation covering every inch. Everything just screamed pain pain PAIN PAIN-

Danny had to close his eyes, steeling himself against immediately answering the cry. It went against his very core to go against the cry for help but he knew he’d only make things worse if he dived straight in. Dick wasn’t one to accept help easily. He’d shown that multiple times in his various rants about Bruce’s attempts to help as Robin. Instead, he had to go about this differently.

“Man, you almost outrank me in the messy department,” Danny tried to joke instead.

He turned to look at Dick who finished locking his apartment back up against intruders. Hopefully, his eyes weren’t glowing from the intense cries his core was trying to fight against. Dick seemed to attempt to go with the jab, his smile not looking all there.

“I doubt that. I'm not the one who lost his phone and found it in his shin,” Dick replied, settling himself further into the apartment. 

Danny scoffed, waving his hand in the air like he could physically wipe away the comment. Slowly they started to migrate to where the couch was. There were blankets and pillows at the end like Dick would fall asleep there. Judging by the open case files on the table in front of it, he didn't sleep on purpose. 

“I actually keep it in my arm now. Much more convenient,” Danny winked, hopping on the couch and letting himself bounce on the spring underneath. “Although I do keep everything else in my haunt. I can make little portals now!”

Without further notice, Danny opened one of the said portals with his hands. As he hoped, although in any other circumstance, he normally wouldn't, a group of blob ghosts were near his things. A couple of them filed through the gap, chirping up at him. However, that sense of play quickly left them as they felt the energy around the place. Silently they flew away, off to do what they do best. 

Danny saw a twitch of a real smile for a second on Dicks face. Although it was quickly shut down like a sour memory. Like he was trying to escape it, Dick joined him on the couch, sitting a whole cushion away. 

“Should I be worried about them?” Dick motioned his chin towards the silent blobs making their way into his things.

Danny waved them off, still playing into his old impulsivity. He wasn't nearly as bad as he was as a teenager, but Dick didn't have to know that yet. Dick gave a skeptical look at him, watching as one of the blob ghosts swallowed one of the dirty cups whole.

“They're like bottom feeders in a fish tank. At most, you'll just find less dirt around. At the least… you might gain a cuddle buddy,” Danny hummed, watching the same blob from before sneeze and drop a perfectly polished cup back out.

At that, Danny could see Dick turn to look at him in his peripheral vision. Turning to join him in looking right at one another he could see Dick staring at him. Dick held a look on his face that Danny couldn’t uncover. His eyes wandered over Danny’s face like he was searching for something. But the rest remained perfectly blank. It reminded Danny of when they were still teens, trying to see if they could trust one another. Dick had given a similar look then before he'd nodded and sat down to talk. Hopefully this time it'll be no different. 

Although, Danny doesn't know how to feel when Dicks face shuts down a little. He can feel the exhaustion in the air. Somehow he feels like he just failed whatever Dick was searching for.

“Danny, why are you really here?” Dick asked finally.

The question was so out of the blue, and the answer so obvious. Danny couldn’t help the way his head tilted in confusion, not understanding why such a thing had to be asked. This wasn’t at all how he had planned for their conversation to go. He had wanted to keep things light so that the emotions wouldn’t make Dick clam up… or lash out. His next words need to be chosen carefully…

“Because I was concerned. One of my good friends just came back from death and I needed to make sure you were ok. Dying isn't an easy thing to process,” Danny spoke carefully, his own experience trickling into his mind.

The words seemed to make Dick even more defensive. It was exactly the thing Danny had been trying to avoid. But despite everything his efforts still led him to this moment. Dick had his guard up, his eyes glaring into Danny’s core.

“Well I'm alive,” Dick spoke with terseness, “so why are you still here?”

“Because I care about you,” Danny reiterated, his confusion turning over into concern. “Dick, you died. That type of thing sticks with you. I'm not about to leave you to deal with that alone.”

Dick scoffed. He readjusted himself on the couch, sliding a bit farther from Danny. At this point, he was almost leaning on the edge. The physical representation of the distance between them hurt more than Danny was willing to admit. He hadn’t had Dick run from him before.

“Ignoring me for years is one hell of a way to show it,” Dick bit back.

A wave of annoyance hit Danny from the comment, but he instead closed his eyes and ignored it. Dick used to do this constantly when they were young. He'd use a healing mental wound to pick at to bring the other person away from his own hurt. Except Dick made the mistake of using it too many times on Danny in the past. He was old enough now to stop and learn from what he was trying.

Letting out a breath of air, Danny looked up into Dicks eyes. He could feel the pain all around him. The wails of someone touched by death echo all around. This wasn't something he could let go. No matter how much Dick tries to push him away, he isn’t going to go anywhere.

“Dick, I'm not asking you to tell me what happened… or even how you came back. I would know more than anyone how painful it can be to relive those memories. I'm just asking for you to let me stay and help you. You're not okay.”

If Danny's words made an impact on Dick, he sure as hell didn't show it. He looked away from Danny’s eyes, instead staring at something far off. His movements seemed almost robotic. Like there was some kind of memory playing in his head that Danny couldn’t see.

“Whoever said I died? I went undercover Danny. Nothing happened. Nothing to talk about.” Dick spoke with a scarily devoid tone of voice, almost like he was reciting someone else.

Danny couldn’t stop the scoff from coming out of his mouth. Dick looked his way again, seeming to be surprised at the action. As if he could simply lie his way out of death. Danny tried the denial shtick. You can only tell yourself it was nothing for so long before you realize that not breathing in your sleep is probably a sign. 

“Dick I saw your grave. I don't know the details because I wasn't exactly invited, but I saw the crystae flowers blooming around the dirt. Those only bloom around memorials for the dead,” Danny explained carefully, watching as Dick looked more and more like he'd panic. “Even now I can feel death's touch on you. Your place is soaked in liminal energy… I can feel that you're in pain.”

Danny was a little hesitant to reveal that last bit but knew that Dick would pick up on it eventually. Especially with Danny sticking around, that liminality would only get stronger. That's just how ectoplasm is. It won't stick onto a healthy person unless they've already been exposed to it. Depending on how long Dick had been dead, it might be more attracted to him.

Although now Danny couldn’t help but feel awful about it as he saw Dick flounder. He at least took his time in coming to terms with his death, he should've known an emotionally repressed bat wouldn't be able to handle it all at once. Danny tried to reach out a hand, as something for Dick to physically hold onto to stay in the present. But in a moment of fear, Dick slapped it away. He jumped up from his spot on the couch, never looking at the same spot for more than a couple of seconds. 

“Dick I'm sor-” Danny tried to apologize but Dick started to do a panicked angry rambling right over him. 

“No! It doesn't count. I didn’t die. My heart only stopped for a couple of minutes. I was fine. Everything is fine!” He tried to reason to himself, his pacing taking a hysterical turn.

Danny winced at that. It doesn't matter how long you die. Ectoplasm doesn't care about that, only that you have some kind of exposure to it. Even in the first seconds of death you already create the energy for ectoplasm in the body. How much was created, and how much was in the air already, is what determines if you become a ghost. It's a natural part of life.

“Dick please,” Danny began again, but was stopped by Dicks piercing stare.

“I didn't die, Danny. I didn't die because that would mean he was right and I can't-” 

Dick let out a noise somewhere between a gasp for air and a dry sob. It tore at Danny's core to hear but considering how Dicks reaction to the last time he tried to reach out went, he stayed in place. One of the blob ghosts must have felt his pain, rushing over and chirping into Dicks chest. It caught the other off guard long enough to stop and take a few ragged breaths of air. The blob continued its chirping assault of cuddling into Dicks chest while the other refused to look at Danny. But in that moment Danny couldn’t have felt any more thankful for the blobs and didn't mind if Dick needed a moment. So they sat there for a moment, Dick sitting in his emotions and Danny waiting for him to calm down. 

The air was charged with a tone of sorrow. It was the kind that Danny was all too familiar with. It was the kind that left you feeling that there was no chance for your life to be happy again. The kind where everything felt like it had fallen apart all around you with no hope of it being repaired. It tore at Danny’s heart that Dick of all people was left to feel this way. Where were all the people that should be here supporting him? Where was his family in all of this? Surely Danny can’t be the only one to see the pain Dick is in.

“How…”

Danny looked up at Dick who seemed to be at a loss of what to say. He wasn’t looking up at him at all, only absentmindedly playing with the blob curled against his chest. 

“How did you get over it?” Dick spoke again, now looking up at Danny with an unsure gaze. “How can you just go on with your life without it constantly playing in the back of your head?”

Danny pursed his lips, knowing that his answer wasn’t one that Dick would like. Just at the action alone, he could see the little hope in the other's eyes die out. He once again turned his head to the blob ghost. With a gentle hand, Dick pets the back of the ghost's body.

“I’ve never gotten over my death. With help from my friends and sisters, I was able to accept it and heal from it… but I can never forget it,” Danny spoke solemnly.

He couldn’t help but notice the way Dicks petting movements momentarily paused at the mention of his support. It sent an alarm of concern through Danny. While he was here he couldn't believe that things could get so bad around here. There was just too much time in the layers of sadness and grime for this to be new. So why hasn't anyone tried to stop it and help? There was a disturbing painting being made before his eyes. For the sake of the heroes on this planet, he sure hopes his suspicion is wrong.

“But I promise you, Dick, that this is not the end. It might not seem like it, but things will get better,” Danny promised, something he didn’t take lightly. “I will be here to do everything I can to help you heal.”

Dick didn’t say anything back for a long time. He simply played with the blob on his chest, flicking its tail side to side in between his fingers. The blob certainly didn’t seem to mind, blubbering little chirps to itself. Neither did Danny, who could see that this was a bit too much at once for Dick. 

“Are you still retired?” Dick asked eventually, looking up at Danny with a begging look.

It was one that Danny could recognize. One that was asking for them to try and pretend that nothing was wrong. To give him time to break away from reality and think things over with himself. So Danny let the conversation lead off. It would just be more damaging than helpful to continue on this path. So, conceding to Dicks wordless pleas, Danny let it go.

“Technically. But I wouldn’t mind going back out again if it means I can work with the great Nightwing,” Danny smiled, hoping to bring back the light atmosphere of before.

It seemed to work if the small smile that Dick gave was any indication. Danny hadn’t realized how happy he would be to see a real, albeit small, smile from the other again. Giving a last pat on the blob ghost's head, Dick walked over to where half of the Nightwing suit was discarded.

“Then I hope you still have your spirit,” Dick quipped back, stepping away towards a hallway. “Cause I won’t be going easy on you old man.”

Danny scoffed at the old nickname, jumping off the couch in fake offense. Although it was much too late to say anything about it before Dick scampered down the hall. He could hear a door open and close, signaling Dick is putting his suit on. Danny doesn’t envy the suit that Dick has to put on. Who would’ve thought that putting on a skin-tight suit might take someone a bit?

Luckily Danny didn’t have to even lift a finger. Letting out a breath he let the cold of his core take over, feeling a rush of weightlessness hit him. Knowing that he still had plenty of time to wait for Dick, Danny turned and opened another temporary portal. This time he had opened it directly to his keep, spotting Fright Knight in the distance.

“Frighty,” Danny called into the portal, half laughing to himself as the said knight nearly jumped. “I need a favor from you.”

After years of beating up multiple ghosts, quite a few of the citizens of the realms held respect for Danny. Honestly, it was refreshing to be able to just talk with half of the ghosts he used to fight. While he still held fights with them, cause it’s a form of affection apparently, things had cooled off for the most part. 

Which means it allowed Danny to get to know a lot of them better. This is how he found out that Fright Knight was cursed to serve the king. Thankfully with a little help from Jazz studying the books in Ghost Writers library and a surprisingly life-or-death adventure, Danny freed the ghost. This led to Fright Knight giving his servitude to Danny… which kinda undermines the whole point of the adventure in the first place but it wasn’t Danny’s place to judge.

“What can I do you for, Sir Phantom?” Fright Knight asked, getting closer to the portal and standing guard right outside it.

Oh yeah, and had he forgotten to mention the nickname? Yeah, it bothered Danny too. Although he’s learned that there's not much he can do to change it.

“There are some mortals I’d like to keep an eye on. They are the vigilantes of Gotham,” Danny proposed, making it a suggestion even though he knows Fright Knight will just do anything he says anyway. “Could you look over them for me?”

Fright Knight gave a deep bow before stepping through the portal. His extremely tall frame still absolutely dwarfed Danny in size. Which means it was kinda funny to watch him step through a portal that was sized for Danny's height. He's just so used to making a portal no bigger than that that he hadn’t even considered it.

“I would be honored,” The ghost replied, to which Danny nodded with a thankful smile.

“Thank you Frighty. I’ll check in with you every once in a while,”

And with those last words, Fright Knight nodded and disappeared. He tended to be less on the wordy side anyway.

Was it smart to send someone to spy on the bats? Probably not. But chances are, Dick isn’t going to say anything. Unfortunately, Dick had a mentality that he had to deal with things that are hurting him on his own. Whether from a sense of guilt or fear of not being enough, Dick would rather lead himself into the deep end than call for help. So to figure out why he’s been left so hauntingly alone, Danny is going to have to investigate. Thankfully just him going ghost had already scrambled Dicks security cameras, so the entire conversation wouldn’t be noticed.

The sound of a door closing took Danny out of his thoughts. He turned to the opening of the hallway, feeling himself smile at Dick. It’s been a very long time since he’s seen Dick in costume. The last time he saw the Nightwing suit in person it had honest-to-god tassels. He’s honestly really glad that Dick had changed the costume since then. This new suit in front of him was much more sleek. 

As he nodded to himself he could see Dick raising an eyebrow at him. He stood much more relaxed than before, a smile that didn't look entirely fake on his face.

“At least you’ve gained some sense of style after all this time,” Danny hummed, finding delight in Dicks scandalized gasp.

“I thought you loved the old costume!” Dick said, trying and failing to smother his amusement with an upset face.

Danny shrugged and folded his legs underneath him. It felt so easy to use his powers like this again. While he wasn’t exactly shy to use his powers normally, his range of them was muted in human form. As he hovered in place, he tilted his head teasingly at the other.

“Sorry, I was so busy staring at your chest that I missed what you were wearing,”

Dicks off guard laughter was the best thing Danny had heard in years.

[velmiraa]

Astro Observations

Hi Tumblr! This will be my first post, and hopefully not the last. Let's start then!

Disclaimer: These are just my observations. If they don't resonate with you, simply read and move on.

Natives with a Yod aspect that places Mars at the apex can struggle with controlling their anger. Since Mars governs our energy, it’s important for them to find productive outlets—such as sports or other physical activities—to help manage these impulses. This same aspect may also indicate challenges in dealing with sexual energy.

Saturn-Moon hard aspects in a natal chart—particularly the square—can be quite challenging. Individuals with these placements often struggle with depression and frequently experience difficulties in their relationship with their mother. One of the hardest aspects to have.

Another challenging aspect is having hard Sun-Saturn aspects. Individuals with these placements may experience tension with father figures at home, authority figures or bosses at work, and, if they are female, with husbands or boyfriends in romantic relationships.It’s as though these individuals are constantly expected to be the “good girl,” always obedient. However, if they fail to meet those expectations, they often encounter the harshest or most brutal reactions. This aspect also brings late marriages, especially for women.

Individuals with Mercury at 29 degrees in Aries often struggle with controlling their anger and often swear frequently.

Individuals with Neptune in the 2nd house often have trouble keeping track of their belongings—keys, phones, wallets, and the like—and end up losing them.

Individuals with at least two Leo placements in the 10th house often take immense pride in their work, career, and social standing, sometimes coming across as overly egotistical.

When someone has both Virgo and Taurus stelliums in their chart, it often makes them overly strict, stubborn about their rules even though the rule doesn't mean a thing and very hard to please.

Individuals with a North Node conjunct Chiron are destined healers. But first, they must confront a profound wound connected to the sign and house where their Chiron is located.

Pluto conjunct Mercury in the 5th house can indicate that a person might have several romantic partners at once and is skilled at keeping it hidden. This, however, depends on the sign involved. For example Sagittarius is perfect for this. But maybe Taurus would not want to change their partner so they would be overly obsessive with one person.

People with Mars in 12th house, again this depends on the sign, but most probably having very hard time with showing their anger. They might get scared easily. This works very well for Scorpio or Taurus. But it would be a different story for Aries Mars.

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

The misunderstanding of carpe diem + physical harm in dps makes me absolutely crazy

Knox stalks a girl, doesn’t take no for an answer and gets hurt because of it (gets punched by Chet). He deals with physical harm. He ends up getting the girl, but he had a price to pay, a punishment to endure. Chet threatened him, he could have been in danger. Knox didn’t think he did anything wrong. He apologized to Chris, but with the stalking and such, it never went through his head “hey this might be kinda fucked up” while he was doing it.

That’s not what Keating said. He didn’t told them to be careless and act on their impulses even if that might get them in danger.

Charlie pulls his “phone call from god” prank and many things happen. One, when he first published the article he revealed the club (although not its members or activities) without anyone else’s permission. Two, he could have gotten expelled. Three, he got hit by Nolan, a physical punishment. Just like knox, he dealt with physical harm and risked expulsion. Charlie didn’t think he did anything wrong.

Keating himself told him that he flew too close to the sun, than he didn’t mean that in his lessons. Carpe diem is not choking on the bone.

Neil seemed to understand Carpe Diem, he was just desperate. It’s not than he was impulsive, or careless, he was just incredibly desperate, and that’s somehow worse. Neil goes behind his father’s back and joins a play. He writes a letter pretending to be him, sneaks off to rehearsal. When his father finds out, he has a price to pay (his father enrolling him on military school and forcing him to stop acting) and ends up dying by shooting himself (physical harm). Neil definitely knew, and thought about what would happen if his father discovered, but he was so desperate to live, to do something he wanted for once, he didn’t care, he began hoping he would manage to keep it hidden. Neil thought he was in the right (which, honestly, he was). He didn’t see anything wrong in what he did, simply wanted to fulfill his passion, passion than didn’t hurt anyone, passion than didn’t involve anyone else other than himself. The contrast with Charlie/Knox and yet, still having the same consequences… Peter Weir I’m hunting you down.

This is not what Keating encouraged. Remember how Keating asked him to talk to his father? Remember how he asked him if he talked to him (and Neil lied and said yes) and he was very happy and supported his decision about the play? Remember how, before knowing his father “agreed” Keating didn’t tell Neil “oh you’re already in the play, go through with it, carpe diem, who cares what your father says?” but instead told him “talk to your father. If he says yes then you can continue with the play with no worries, and if he says no then wait until you’re out of school and he won’t be able to control you as much anymore. You have options, this is not the end of the world. Either talk to him and come to an agreement or wait.” Remember that? Keating didn’t want Neil to go behind his father’s back, because he knew the consequences this would have.

(Interesting how, out of all the physical harm than the misunderstanding of carpe diem caused, Neil’s is the only one inflicted by himself to his own body. I’m definitely very normal about this.)

Charlie, again. He punched Cameron. Acted on impulse, didn’t think of the consequences punching another student on school grounds, on school hours, actually meant. He got expelled. He suffered a punishment. But now he didn’t receive any physical harm, but rather caused it. To Cameron. He didn’t think he did anything wrong, he thought Cameron deserved it.

Cameron. He’s the hardest to understand. He wants to seize the day, in his own way. After all, he joins the club despite not really having to, but he simply seems too scared to actually carpe that diem. He ends up seeing this as dangerous. After what happened to Neil (dead), and after seeing what happened to Charlie (almost expelled) and Knox (ended up with a bloody face) he gets scared. Damn, this might actually be dangerous. It’s a good reasoning. 3/7 members got hurt. Not half of them, but almost. He misunderstood carpe diem based on the consequences seizing the day had in the others (the others who misunderstood what it actually meant) and so he snitched to nolan. And this is what causes him physical harm, what causes him to be punched by Charlie. He loses something (his friendship with the other poets) and gets physically hurt. So, so, sooo interesting how despite this being considered the complete opposite to seizing the day, it’s framed in the exact same way as all the other instances where carpe diem takes part. He suffers the same consequences as everyone else. He believed himself to be doing the right thing, to be saving the others’ academic lives and doing now what he couldn’t have done for Neil before (protecting others from keating’s influence).

Keating never meant for carpe diem to be dangerous, or hurtful, or scary.

But then Todd.

Todd’s carpe diem is just becoming more confident. Reading his poems aloud, becoming more sociable and comfortable around his friends, accepting than he’s allowed to receive love, to rely on others, to believe in himself, to stand up for himself and his beliefs (refusing to sign the paper and saying no to his parents and nolan).

His final stand, his seize the day moment, is at the end of the film. He’s the first one to stand on the desk. This is the perfect rebellion. Meaningful, happens for a reason (Keating getting unfairly fired), doesn’t harm anyone else and doesn’t harm himself (doesn’t cause him nor anyone else physical pain). No danger (he might get in trouble, but I doubt he could face expulsion for standing on a desk). Charlie’s act on Neil/Keating’s memory was one of anger, impulsive, one that drew blood and ended in expulsion. Todd’s was one of defiance, impulsive, but that hurt no one and ended well. It’s more, it caused happiness (Keating felt better, saw his contributions).

The one who felt more scared to go through with it at first is the only one who truly understood it.

Then with Meeks/Pitts idk honestly. They don’t really have a big moment. I guess at the end, standing on the desks, but they’re not the ones who start it or are particularly important in that scene. The radio scene, perhaps, but I don’t really see what was stopping them from building a radio before. If the radio scene was their carpe diem, though, then another example of someone understanding what it truly meant. The scene ended well, didn’t hurt anyone or involved anyone who was unwilling, they didn’t get any punishment after, etc.

[sunandflame]

Eustass Kid K/nk Headcanons

Warnings: nsfw

Word Count: 596

Pairing: Eustass Kid x GN!Reader

crossposted on AO3

Dominance

Eustass Kid isn’t just a pirate; he’s a force. Every part of him brims with intensity—aggressive, proud, and impossible to ignore. In the quiet spaces, where the fighting ends and the heat of the world falls away, that same energy would pulse in the most intimate of ways. Kid doesn’t know how to take a step back. He’s not built to wait or to follow; he leads. His touch would command, his body would insist. There would be no softness, not at first. He would take control, confidently, like the captain of his own storm. The room would feel like a battleground, but with only the two of you in it. Power play—a hand gripping, pulling, holding—those would be his language. His strength would settle between you both, impossible to ignore.

2. Bondage/Restraint

But there’s more to him. Beneath the hardness, Kid would find a way to restrain. It’s not about cruelty; it’s about control. With his magnet powers, he'd shape the world around you—pieces of metal, quiet chains of force—confining your movements just enough to send a shiver down your spine. A game of patience, of trust. He would push you to the edge, not to break, but to test. To see how far you’d go. To see what you’d let him take.

3. Challenge-based Intimacy

There’s challenge in him too. Kid thrives on it. Everything is a contest, even this. And in that challenge, there would be moments—sharp, biting—when the struggle between you both would crack open something deeper. There’s a raw beauty in that, a strange form of connection that only comes when two souls, both fiery and hard, meet in the heat of competition. You’d see it in his eyes—the way he wants to push you to your limits, to see who will break first. The fight, the tension, would fuel the closeness.

4. Dirty Talk

And with him, words would be weapons. Rough talk, sharp like steel. Kid’s voice would be a command—steady, firm, almost a growl in the dark. He would demand, not with softness, but with a need that cracks the air between you. The language would be direct, unfiltered. There’s no room for pretense in him—just the pure, unvarnished truth of the moment. Every word would remind you who’s in charge, every sentence another assertion of his control.

5. Impulsive Sex

But there’s an edge to his impulsiveness. Kid’s not one to follow a script, to build something slow. No, his moments would burn hot, unrefined. The desire in him would be sudden, wild, like a storm that hits without warning. It would be unpolished, raw, but full of passion. Full of urgency. There would be no waiting for the perfect moment—Kid takes what he wants, when he wants. And that, in its own way, is beautiful.

6. Aftercare (Minimal but Real)

And then—after the storm has passed, when the air settles between you—there would be moments of quiet care. Kid might not be the type to ask for tenderness, but it would be there. A brief touch, the way his hand lingers, the way he checks in, even if only for a moment. His aftercare wouldn’t be grand, but it would be real. His way of saying: “I’m here. I’ve been here.”

7. Vulnerability (Hidden beneath the Hardness)

Kid’s approach to intimacy is as complex as his pirate soul—raw, intense, full of fire, but underneath, a vulnerability he can’t hide. He doesn't soften easily. But when he does? It’s a shift, subtle but powerful. A reminder that even the hardest metal can bend—sometimes, only when it’s been pushed to its limit.

This one here is for my goth queen @pinejayy! I hope you like it sweetheart 😘

[cognitiveleague]

Something I really enjoy about the Dressrosa arc is the narrative comparison and contrast presented between Law and Doflamingo.

Oda, especially post-timeskip, devotes a lot of storytelling to looking closely at protagonists and villains alike, asking the audience to join him in exploring questions of “what made them like this?” and “does it matter what drove them, at the end of the day?”

And Dressrosa is one of the places where those questions hit the hardest for me, because one after the other, he shows us two children — both having experienced a fall from (different degrees of) privilege and into incredibly traumatic situations at a young age, both victimized for things they had no means of controlling as children. Law and Doflamingo are both shown as being radicalized by that trauma and loss of control, rejecting the gentler values their parents tried to instill in them because they reached a point of not being able to see a point in compassion, or hope for any justice but revenge.

In the present, Doflamingo hasn’t really known for a very long time who Law truly is, but in a sense, he wasn’t wrong when he saw himself in the way a younger Law reacted to the loss of his former life by wanting to lash out at the world. In that moment, there was something in Law that DID reflect his own wounded inner child’s rage, and in a strange way, he clung to the connection he felt with that worst possible version of Law long after Law had discarded it and moved on.

The question implied there is “what made them different in the end? What redeemed Law, and what (if anything) pushed Doflamingo past the point of redemption?”

While the second question (as is often the case) is up to a lot of interpretation, the answer (as with Big Mom in the following arc) seems to me to lean toward “while his choices were his own and he ultimately has responsibility for them, it’s also true that when he was young and vulnerable and poised to go down a path of destruction for himself and everyone around him, the adults in his life used his brokenness to their own selfish advantage, encouraging him along that path instead of teaching him better; whether or not it absolves him of ANYTHING at this point (and it certainly doesn’t absolve him of EVERYTHING), there is a tragedy in the fact that we will never see who he might have been if he wasn’t encouraged and enabled to embrace his worst impulses.”

That tragedy is a core part of Corazón’s story — Corazón’s big brother who never grew past fear and rage and clinging to the selfish comfort of the memory of how easy their past life of privilege had been, who thought he loved him on some level, and who on another level probably knew he never developed the capacity to truly love anyone but himself. I think it’s probably why Corazón didn’t pull the trigger fast enough, when it came down to it — even after seeing what a monster his brother had become, even after dedicating his whole adult life to stopping him from hurting even more people, part of him still remembered the wounded, frightened child in his big brother, and the times he’d tried in his selfish way to protect him. Something in him still had sympathy for that child, and wanted, if not to believe, then at least to hope (even against all evidence) that enough of him was still in there that HE wouldn’t pull the trigger without hesitation, either.

We know how that story ended. It was far too late for his kindness to save Doffy by then, if it had ever been possible — there might have been something left in him that could feel something akin to regret over killing Corazón after the fact, or at least greedily resent the loss of him, but if there was, it wasn’t able to stop him.

But in the end, Corazón’s kindness — his compassion, his determination to believe that even a deeply wounded, deeply flawed world was worth placing his hope in and fighting for, his unrelenting love — was worth it, because it saved Law. It was enough to save the bitter, broken child Doffy saw so much of himself in.

Corazón took Law away from the adults who would have enabled him the way Doffy was enabled at his age, and put in the hard work of showing him, day after day, that while his pain was worth acknowledging and sympathizing with, he was worth more than just revenge — he was worth love, and healing, and the fight for a world better than the one that had hurt him so badly. He taught him not a naïve hope like the one the adults in Flevance had tried to give him, but a stubborn, bitter hope, one that laughed and spat a bloody declaration of victory right in the face of the enemy even when their backs were to the wall, hope with its teeth bared in defiance of a world that Law already knew to be unjust and pitiless.

That is what made Law’s story end differently than Doflamingo’s, and how we ended up with the version of Law that we and the Strawhats get to know - a man determined to trudge on, in spite of his own pain and disillusionment, as the bearer of lights that would otherwise be lost, those left in his hands by people he saw (still sees) as having been kinder, gentler, more deserving than he was of survival. A man who covered his body with reminders of the love that dragged him kicking and screaming into the light when he’d given his own heart up for lost, who named his crew in honor of that love, who devoted the rest of his life to making sure that love and that sacrifice mattered. A man all too familiar with his own worst impulses, who struggles to see or to trust in his own kindness, but who has chosen to be a defender like Corazón was to him, to be a healer like his birth parents were to those around them, to be not a tyrant like his former mentor, but a leader who loves and respects the people who follow him, and who is genuinely cared for by them in return.

And, despite his own misgivings, despite not being someone who reads to strangers as warm or caring, he is kind. He has chosen, through the love that was shown to him, to be a genuinely good man — faithful and just to his friends and allies and those he’s seen wronged in front of him, unwilling to demand sacrifices of others that he wouldn’t give of himself, determined to fight back against the ugliness and apathy and cruelty of the world, to wrest every bit of hard-fought justice he can from life not only for himself, but for others who have been crushed down by life.

It’s thematically fitting that he specializes in surgery, even completely aside from how suited his power is for it. As a character, his narrative is fundamentally about having chosen to become someone who can offer the world a surgeon’s sort of kindness —not warmth or softness, usually, but the mercy of a sharp, careful blade, a steady hand, and a clear understanding that sometimes, you have to roll up your sleeves and do the ugly, messy work of cutting away what’s too damaged to save before the healing can begin.

[cogentranting]

Let me preface by saying I haven't seen the new Lilo and Stitch, so I'm just going off of what I've seen online.

Now. There are bigger things wrong with it, then what they did to Bubbles, but I want to talk a little about Bubbles.

To my understanding, the new movie changes Cobra Bubbles so that instead of being the social worker (who happened to previously be in the CIA) Bubbles is just a government agent chasing Stitch and there is a new female social worker character.

Here's what the director said about why he did that:

"In order to buy these two girls getting separated in a live-action movie, you couldn't really have the representative of that antagonistic force be a comically huge guy with tattoos on his knuckles, who for some reason is also a social worker. [...] This grown-up Nani, with all her wisdom, is now advising a younger version of herself. It's beautiful....If the dramatic stakes of Lilo is that she's going to get separated from her sister, then you need a person who actually services those stakes in a credible way. You can get away with that being Cobra Bubbles in an animated film — a 6-foot-5 huge dude with 'Cobra' tattooed on his knuckles is somehow a social worker in that world. I don't think you get away with it the same way in a live-action film."

And I think this shows a complete lack of understanding (or a willful misinterpretation) of what Cobra Bubbles is doing and why his character works in the original film.

Why is Bubbles a "comically huge guy with tattoos on his knuckles"? Because when you're a little kid (or a nineteen-year-old guardian) and your home is being evaluated to see if you get to stay there or if you get taken away, social workers are scary. And Bubbles captures that by outwardly representing the way that he feels to the kid in that situation. He's intimidating, he's powerful, he's unknowable. And your fate is in his hands. Granted, I understand the impulse of saying "we don't want to portray social workers as something bad and scary because they are there to protect kids--we don't want to make kids afraid of social workers". Sure. But Cobra Bubbles just represents the reality of what the kids already feel in that situation, and lets kids understand that who haven't been in that situation.

Furthermore, a big part of the original movie is the turn, realizing that Bubbles is not a bad guy. As the movie goes on, it becomes clear that Bubbles is genuinely there to protect Lilo. The demands he puts on Nani, while difficult and providing the conflict for the movie, are reasonable expectations to keep Lilo safe (of course Nani needs to have a job. of course they can't have an aggressive out of control 'dog'). In fact they would still be the concerns of the movie even without Bubbles there, he just provides a voice for them and creates a sense of urgency--he personifies those needs. And both Lilo and Nani come to see that Bubbles does want keep Lilo safe. Crucially, when Lilo ends up legitimately in danger she calls Bubbles. And in the end Bubbles ends up helping provide the means for the full family to stay together (he's the one who suggests the loophole that allows Lilo to keep Stitch). That scary, powerful force that is Bubbles, eventually turns from being an antagonistic force, to a protective one. Cobra Bubbles characterization recognizes the reality both of what social workers often are for kids, and the picture of what they should be. Kids are going to look at this figure in their life and find them scary. And if all is working as it should be, hopefully they will come to see them as a person on their side with the power to protect them (whether that means staying in their same situation or not). And in this story that comes in the form of bending a little to realize what's actually best for Lilo and who is actually going to fight for her the hardest and then providing the help needed to maintain that.

This lady:

does not do that. Maybe they create some of the same effect with her in other ways. I don't know. But surely not as effectively. And based on the quotes from the director, I suspect that they don't try to capture any of that. Instead, it seems like she is just a mentor figure that Nani has to learn to accept.

(And I think it's notable that in the original movie, Bubbles had to change. Nani and Lilo and Stitch all did too. But Bubbles had to have movement. And I can't fully speak to the live action because I haven't seen it, but it seems like the new social worker in this one probably doesn't . In the original movie virtually every character has an arc, changes in some way. But it seems like this version the arcs for several characters were removed, flattening them out)

Now, I do think there is a grain of legitimacy in the director's comments. Cobra Bubbles is a cartoon character. If you're going to adapt him to live action you have to make some adjustments. But I think those adjustments are minor if you keep the heart of the story and the characters the same. Maybe he's not the size of a tank. Maybe he doesn't have the knuckle tattoos. Maybe you need to give a little more space to revealing his gentler side. But at his core he can be the same and work in live action if you know why he works in the first place.

And it seems very clear that whatever the director may say about making the movie more realistic for live action, the heart of the matter is softening the social worker to pave the way for the changed ending. But even there, I think if you wanted that ending (you shouldn't) you could still get there with Cobra Bubbles. Except what this change does is shift the narrative perspective from Lilo to Nani. Cobra Bubbles is a social worker through Lilo's eyes. Mrs. Kekoa is a social worker meant to be viewed through Nani's eyes, which is why she positioned to be a "grown-up Nani" (literally, it's Nani's voice actress from the original). So really the change to Bubbles, is a move in line with the ending to centralize Nani over Lilo.

[loveemagicpeace]

February Energy🔥✨🫧

Venus in Aries

Venus in Aries means more action, bold moves, love life will be more lively and can also be impulsive. There can be a very strong defense mechanism in love - and people will not like to talk about, or admit, having been rejected in love. Aries is generally very impulsive, strong, fearless, independent. He likes to have his way. Aries doesn't like people controlling him or telling him what to do.

This position of Venus gives a responsive and impulsive love nature. You are the kind of person who falls in love at first sight and never thinks once before following the dictates of your heart. You are strongly sensual and feel at your most complete when you are emotionally involved with someone. Physical appearance is what first attracts you, but to sustain a love affair you must also find mental compatibility. You are turned off by a sloppy appearance or loud, vulgar behavior. People with Venus in Aries are a curious mixture of sentimentality and aggressiveness. Your emotions are easily touched but you are also demanding and somewhat selfish. Others should not expect you to settle down into calm domestic peace; you are too restless and flirtatious.

This will affect cardinal signs the most: Aries, Libra, Capricorn, Cancer.

Aries Rising-You’re going through a deep re-evaluation of your identity, attractiveness, and desires. You might second-guess your relationships, especially if you rushed into something too fast. Past lovers may resurface, forcing you to confront unfinished business. Financial setbacks could make you reconsider your spending habits. But also 1st house is the house of self. Things related to 1st house: Vitality and strength of body. Parts of body most susceptible to injury and disease ( be careful). Impressions of early childhood. Causes of financial loss and self-disclosure. Money of uncles and aunts (of the same sex as the person). Pleasures and love affairs on long journeys. Long journeys of children and their religious inclinations. Friends of brothers and sisters. This is not good for any changes in appearance.

Libra Rising- Since Aries is your 7th house of relationships, expect major shifts in partnerships. If you’re in a relationship, hidden issues could surface, forcing you to address them.If single, you may redefine what you truly want in a partner. Business partnerships could also be tested—avoid signing new contracts. Things also related to 7th house: Losses due to death. Friends in other countries. Reputation of company where one works. Conflicts, quarrels and fights. Opponents, enemies and rivals. Things that a person struggles to achieve( 7th house is the house of things that are the hardest to reach and connect with). Outcome of illness. Result of work and services. Long journeys of friends. Religious beliefs of friends. Love affairs of relatives. Children of relatives. Entertainment on short journeys. Trips on vacation.

Cancer Rising- You may feel disconnected from your professional goals or want to shift paths. Issues with authority figures, bosses, or public perception could arise. A past career opportunity might return, or you may reconsider a professional relationship. You might feel torn between work and personal life, struggling to balance both. Be mindful of how you present yourself—misunderstandings or past issues could resurface. Workplace romance issues could surface (past lovers at work, or reconsidering professional relationships). You may feel pressure between career and family responsibilities. Be cautious with career-related financial decisions—this isn't the best time to invest in your business, ask for a raise, or make big purchases.

Capricorn Rising-You might re-evaluate your relationship with family or reconsider where you live. Past childhood wounds could resurface, forcing inner healing. If you’ve been prioritizing work over personal life, Venus retrograde forces you to slow down. An old flame could trigger deep emotional realizations about what makes you feel safe in love. Things related to 4th house: Home environment, especially the kitchen. Financial situation of loved ones. Causes of grief due to love relationships. Cause of death of brothers-in-law and sisters-in-law. Health of employees and friends. Inheritances from other countries. A past romantic partner connected to your home/family could resurface. You may realize certain emotional patterns from childhood are affecting your relationships. Avoid impulsive home-related purchases (like renovations, new property, or furniture) during this retrograde.

Leo Full Moon on 12 February

This is a time of culmination, clarity, and emotional release—especially regarding your desires, self-worth, romantic relationships, and creative passions. Stepping into the Spotlight – Express your unique gifts and take up space unapologetically. Romance & Passion – Expect heightened emotions in love, increased attraction, or realizations about relationships. Inner Child Healing – Reconnect with what brings you joy and excitement in life. This Full Moon in Leo is a powerful moment of self-realization and empowerment. It encourages you to fully own who you are, express yourself without fear, and embrace joy and love.

But we all know that leo is dramatic sign so u can expect some crazy dramatic things - Love dramas, crazy arguments, honesty, attention seeking, dramatic news, shocking things that are revealed.

Mercury enters Pisces on February 15th

This is a time when communication becomes more emotional, poetic, and imaginative rather than clear and structured.

☁ Dreamy & Intuitive Thinking – Logic fades, and intuition strengthens. You may feel more connected to your dreams, subconscious, and spiritual insights.

🎨 Creative Expression – Excellent for artists, poets, musicians, and writers. Thoughts flow like water, creating beautiful, expressive ideas.

💭 Foggy or Confusing Communication – Mercury struggles in Pisces, meaning misunderstandings, forgetfulness, and vague communication can happen.

🔮 Spiritual & Mystical Insights – This is a great time for meditation, tarot, astrology, and introspective work.

🧚🏻‍♀️Nostalgic & Emotional Conversations – Old emotions may resurface, leading to sentimental or melancholic moods. Avoid Over-Reliance on Logic – Decision-making can feel unclear or influenced by emotions rather than facts.

On February 23, Mars goes direct, ending its months-long retrograde. Decisiveness Returns – After a period of second-guessing and hesitation, you’ll feel clearer about your goals and next steps. You’ll finally feel ready to act, whether it’s on personal projects, fitness goals, or relationships. Arguments or tensions that built up during retrograde can now find solutions. – You’ll feel more confident in saying what you want and going after it.

-Rebekah🧜🏻‍♀️

[me-kume]

Interview w Caleb

Caleb on his affection, the value of relationships, and how love helps him stay strong.

mekume: Define love in your own words.

Caleb: Love?… Love isn’t some fleeting impulse or a shallow emotion you can measure with words or gestures. It’s a coordinate system—an invisible guiding force, if you will. It shapes how you perceive everything, controls your decisions, and defines your vulnerability.

To me, love and peace are incompatible. It’s what remains when everything else turns to ash on a burned-out site. It shows itself in actions—when logic tells you to walk away… but you can’t. You defy everything, even reason. Because there’s someone whose safety, whose very existence, matters more than your status. More than your life.

In a way, love is obsession. Not the pathological kind, but… inevitability. It gives you no rest, bows to no conditions or rationality. It demands nothing yet takes everything. True love is dangerous. Ruthless. It brooks no compromise. But when you feel it, you don’t ask if it’s worth it. You just love. That’s all.

mekume: Describe your beloved. What emotions does she stir in you?

Caleb: Hmm… My beloved? She alone could replace everyone else. Maybe it sounds unhinged, but her presence gives me boundless calm—like my mind slows down, and all the noise finally fades.

Then there’s this protective urge. Not some heroic theatrics, but something primal. It lives beneath the skin, operating apart from my mind. I don’t try to rationalize it. Feelings aren’t meant for logic. They just are.

She brings warmth into my life, and I’m endlessly grateful—but with it comes fear. Those two are inseparable. When you treasure something, you fear losing it. This fear… it doesn’t paralyze. It sharpens your focus, wakes instincts like a cornered animal. It forces you to weigh every word, every choice that touches her.

These emotions aren’t weakness. They’re my compass. Their pull is a gravitational anomaly: you can’t evade it, no matter how hard you try.

mekume: What about cheating? Could you ever cheat? Or forgive it?

Caleb: Trust is the bedrock of any relationship. Infidelity shatters it—and without trust, nothing survives time or trials. I would never betray her. Not out of principle, honor, or duty. Save those pretty words for pulp romance novels. My feelings and choices align: I choose her daily. That excludes every other woman.

Forgiveness?… That’s thorny. I can’t rule it out—no one’s flawless, and forgiveness isn’t some snap decision. It’s a long, grueling process needing time, sincerity, and effort from both sides. It doesn’t just happen. Sure, the world’s full of liars who say "I forgive" but keep picking at the wound. They seethe, manipulate, wait for the next betrayal. That’s not forgiveness—it’s mutual torture. Masochism.

But love is about choice. And I choose to forgive.

mekume: What’s most valuable in a relationship? And hardest?

Caleb: After the infidelity question, this feels like fresh air. Simple answer: trust. It’s the foundation. Respect, understanding, support? Vital, but they’re just byproducts of trust. Those pillars crumble without it.

The hardest part? Hiding truths or making choices that hurt someone you love. Balancing duty against personal feelings… Staying loyal and honest when circumstances scream otherwise. That demands strength—and sacrifice. Not just for yourself, but for them.

In the end, the strongest bonds are forged by weathering storms and still choosing each other. That’s the real value. And the greatest trial.

[eliotquillon]

Can you do an analysis on why everyone in house chose the specialty they did? There's so much emphasis on Wilson and how suited he is to oncology, and there's a bit on Taub and plastic surgery, and you can read into everyone else, like foreman being a neurologist as that's often characterised (outside of the show) as the 'hardest' and 'most academic' (all medicine is obviously very difficult) which suits his superiority complex, but I can't remember the show actually discussing it, and I feel like it says so much about the characters.

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG i’ve been chewing over it. i’ve opted to just do the original three fellows, for two reasons (beyond my very obvious og fellow bias lmao): 1) there’s already quite a lot of meta analysis on the house/cuddy/wilson trio and the ironies of their specialisms (about once every six months a post goes around about cuddy being an endocrinologist struggling with infertility and wilson being an oncologist with terminal cancer) and i don’t think there’s a lot i can add to that discussion, and 2) the specialisms of the post s3 fellows get either passing mentions at best or aren’t explicitly mentioned in the show at all—with the exception of park, who will get a brief mention in my foreman section—so it seems a little bit fruitless to try and do analysis on that when the show itself treats their specialisms as unimportant. ANYWAY:

chase — intensivism

let’s disregard all the other random shit that slowly gets added onto chase’s specialty list, and focus on his original job: INTENSIVIST. i’ve touched on this a few times in my fics, but i think there are two main reasons why chase is suited to intensive care. 1) for all that chase was a good little boy who became a doctor like daddy told him to, this is pretty much as far as you can get from rowan’s own specialty, rheumatology—a lot of rheumatic conditions are life-limiting but not life-threatening, as opposed to the kind of patients who come into an ICU, for example. i think it’s a form of rebellion; it’s a great way of thematically illustrating the gulf between rowan and chase. and 2) it’s a specialty that requires action, quick decision making. chase isn’t someone who likes to sit and talk about things and stew; a lot of his big character moves (telling kayla’s brother in the mistake that he was hungover and didn’t care; saving the patient in finding judas; killing dibala) are impulsive and bold—we see in post mortem that, uh, he’s not great at sitting around and leading a discussion. physically, he’s a character who is in motion a lot (chewing, fiddling, pulling faces)—it’s very fitting for a specialty that requires snap decisions and a lot of running back and forth between codes.

cameron — immunology

there’s a line in 1x13 cursed that me and my girlfriend now poke fun at ALL THE TIME: cameron’s ‘autoimmune is a wide universe’ during the clinic room differential. because autoimmune isn’t…actually that wide a universe, compared to cancer or infectious disease. i think it’s fitting; cameron is someone who likes to assert control over everything in her life, and so her specialty is curing people whose own body betrays them. she gives people back their agency over their bodies. and it’s unlikely she’ll ever lose a patient, because, much like rowan with rheumatology, most autoimmune conditions without complications are life-limiting, not life-threatening (and as a side note: i think there’s quite a bit of rowan in cameron, so it’s fitting that they have overlapping specialties). as for her stint in the ER—that’s the perfect job for her, because unlike in diagnostics, she never has to get attached. there isn’t enough time for her to get hurt. no wonder she thrives down there!

foreman — neurology

i think for foreman there is definitely a competitive element behind his choice in specialism (as someone who relates a lot to foreman, i used to dream of being a pediatric neurologist for…similar prestige ‘look how smart i am’ reasons as a kid), but i think it’s more than just that. for all that foreman’s got a bit of a ruthless ambitious streak in him (and neurology is a heavily scientific field of medicine, which corroborates), he’s also someone who is open to criticism and change—and neurology is a field that changes a lot, given how complex the brain is and how little we still really know about it. foreman’s always been someone open to learning, to change, even if it doesn’t always work the way he wants it to; neurology is a fitting field for him in this sense. he wants to know the unknowable. (and i think a lot of this can also be applied to park, who is a little bit weird and offputting and incredibly headstrong; of course she goes for the field that, itself, is strange and bound by very different rules compared to other fields of medicine)

[charliedawn]

How would Hannibals confess? (If thats okay? Since we got the Slashers one)

P.s I freaking love Peter!

Hannibal Sr

Hannibal Lecter Sr. would never utter the words lightly. He’d show it first—long before he ever said anything. He’d begin to offer you things: rare wines you’ve only mentioned once, a dinner crafted with flavors tailored to your palate, art books that mirror your unspoken fascinations.

His version of a confession would be wrapped in metaphor, perhaps spoken while he prepares a meal or stands beside you at an exhibit, gazing at something beautiful. He might say something like, “I find myself considering your absence when I plan my days. That’s rare. Remarkable, even.”

That’s how you know. The phrase I love you might come once, softly, in Latin, whispered like a secret too dangerous to name aloud.

Hannibal Jr

Hannibal Jr. would confess with sincerity, but also subtlety. He doesn’t believe in declarations made under pressure or impulse—his love builds quietly, like a symphony with no sudden crescendo. You’d be talking late one night, his voice steady and calm as always. Perhaps you’d be discussing something unrelated—life, ethics, memory—and he’d simply slip it in, mid-thought, like it was the most natural thing.

“You know, I think I loved you long before I understood what it meant.”

No dramatics, no flourish—just calm truth. And he’d then look at you. His love is a quiet gravity, something you fall into before you even realize it. He would know from the start if you are in love with him…or he wouldn’t even bother confessing.

Morgan Hannibal Lecter

Morgan would fight it the whole way. He’s not the type to let love unravel him. But when it happens, it hits hard and fast, and the control he clings to so desperately starts to crack. His confession would come not out of calm timing, but in a moment of jealousy, frustration, or intense emotional distress. He might get upset over something small—how someone else looks at you, or how reckless you are with your safety—and the words would slip out like an accusation.

“God, do you even realize what you mean to me?”

Then he’d freeze. And if you didn’t run? He’d soften in that moment, drawing you closer.

“I love you,” he’d say again—this time meaning it, not fighting it—waiting and hoping for not yet another heartbreak.

And if you told him that you love him too? He’d smile the brightest smile you’ve ever seen him give you and embrace you—even twirling you around. The thing with Morgan is that he pretends to be the responsible and no nonsense older sibling…but give him a chance? You might see a side of him you’d never seen before.

Kevin Hannibal Lecter

Kevin would confess through art first. Sketches of you would appear, scribbled into margins or buried in portfolios. Something about the way you sit, smile, move. He might tease or act like it’s nothing, but the intensity in his work would betray him. He’d joke about having a crush. Then, one day—probably at an odd hour, with no warning—he’d just say it out loud, like ripping off a bandage:

“I’m in love with you. There. I said it. Don’t make it weird.”

He’d act like it’s not a big deal, but if you looked close, you’d see his hands trembling slightly, his eyes flicking to yours like he’s hoping for permission to breathe. And if you tell him you love him back? He would look at you as if you had grown a second head.

“Wait. You like…love me too? Like…I know it can be confusing. I am not Perfect Morgan and I am not Cute Lil’ Pete. So if you like…don’t wanna hurt my feelings and shit and that’s why you’re saying that then you can just go to h—”

Yeah. Only a kiss would shut him up at this point.

Peter Hannibal Lecter

Peter would fall first, fall hardest, and confess in a way that leaves no room for doubt. He wouldn’t hide it. He’d wear his heart on his sleeve, even if it hurts him. His voice might shake, but he’d still look you in the eye. “I love you. I really do. I don’t care if it’s too soon or if I scare you—I just needed you to know.”

There’d be no agenda behind it, no manipulation—just a raw, trembling truth that he needed to get out before it crushed him from the inside. He’d probably cry, not because he’s weak, but because feeling that much for someone always overwhelms him.

And if you tell him you love him too? That boy would not waste a SECOND. He would be on you and kissing you like there is no tomorrow.