#too many knocks to the head

[momofadhd]

The first time Eddie sees Steve wearing glasses he gets so distracted by the sight of it that he walks into a wall.

[levitatingbiscuits]

i like a superbat dynamic where clark is a big friendly golden retriever trying doggedly to make friends with pissy, angry black cat bruce, but a dynamic i love that i rarely see explored is the cat trying very hard to cozy up to the concerned, confused, slightly petrified dog

[sarahreadstoomanycomics]

Yeah I guess you don't need a helmet Dick, not like you'd ever be shot in the head or fall on a rock or anything of the sort.

[average-hua-cheng-fan]

on hua cheng's morality and self esteem

on my first read of the book, i was actually convinced that hua cheng was this amoral asshole but that's just what he WANTS you to think. hua cheng actually cares a lot about ghost city (founded to combat the injustice of ghost persecution btw), he just downplays his achievements in front of xie lian because he doesn't want to 'trick' him into liking him. he also sees any accomplishments as a direct result of dianxia's influence so it would be wrong to take credit for them. perhaps hundreds of years of playing the part of the terrible calamity skewed his perception of himself even further.

in his introduction in heaven, they say how he would "Sometimes... carry out a massacre in cold blood, and sometimes he would do odd acts of kindness" (page 157, book 1) which makes me wonder what heaven defines as "cold blood." he visibly dislikes the man who bet his daughter's life and mentions killing several tyrants. in creating e'ming, he nearly destroyed himself in order to save those mortals. on the casino in ghost city, "If I don’t control a place like this, then someone else will. I’d rather that person be me." (page 107, book 2.) he has a very strong sense of justice that he hides under 3 million layers of arrogance.

xie lian gets the ability to tell if he is lying early in the book and sees him for who he really is. they're very similar in that they have this drive to do good in the world but think about it and go about it in very different ways. hua cheng even mentions that it doesn't matter how you go about saving the common people, and that xie lian over-complicates what is right and wrong and should do what he wants... but he wouldn't turn that logic on himself :/

anyway

**this is my reading btw if anybody wants to have a discussion im 100% down

[covertblizzard]

jaykyle au where they're theatre kids in the same school but they're not the actors jason's the scriptwriter/director and kyle is the prop manager (i don't know the official terms sorry) and they'd probably do an amazing job on the backstage setting if they could stop arguing for 5 whole seconds about their artistic visions and ideas and how "this would obviously work better this way"

[mixelation]

tori: “when i do unspeakable violence its fair and valid because i need to overcompensate for how weak and squishy i am and my lack of nonlethal solutions is because im *too weak* so its also self defense anyway. also its not like im really killing *people*.”

everyone else: “cool motive, still murder. also tho you have murdered SO many ninja???”

tori: “mr. the frog we have all agreed a ninja is not a people.”

this is about (a)synchronicity but also keep in mind this applies to mutagenicity too. at some point someone will have 2 explain to tori that she is, in fact, a monster. PLEASE stop scaring the chunin

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: talks of having kids

Bakugou lays sprawled out on your bed as you flitter around the room, moving from your closet to your dresser and back in a hurry of movements. You’re doing a bit of spring cleaning (yes, even in the winter), and Bakugou decided to come over and help, even though he’s just been laying around the whole time.

He had a rough patrol yesterday, even sports a few bruises on his ribs, so you let him take it easy, throwing him one of your old pink scarf hat combos with the little bunny ears on top. You don’t expect him to wear it, but the image of him laying against your bed with the floppy ears on top of his head makes you smile anyway.

You go back to your drawer, pulling everything out in order to throw some stuff away and reorganize the remaining things. At the bottom of the drawer though, do you find some old clothes when you were a baby. It’s been here for years now, after your parents gifted them to you, just in case you’d wanna use them for your future kids. It’s just collecting dust in the bottom of your drawer though, honestly, and you pull the tiny little purple and white checkered onesie out, examining it and the little bonnet underneath with a small frown.

“Who the hell is that for? ‘Cause it sure as hell ain’t fitting your big ass head.” You hear Bakugou call from your bed, your head whipping around to face him and his cheesy little grin. You narrow your eyes and poke your tongue out at him, throwing him the little combo as you turn to get the rest of the baby clothes out.

“Says the one whose head almost tore his mothers cooter in half during birth.” Thank you Mistuki for the information, you think to yourself, smiling an evil little smile that Bakugou frowns softly at.

“And it’s my old baby clothes. My folks gave it to me when I moved out, said I could use it for my own future gremlins.” You smile when you pick up the little yellow booties in your dresser, another little bonnet with a tie underneath the chin, and a pair of shorts that were entirely too cute and tiny. “Think I’m gonna throw it out, though.”

“Why would you do that?” Bakugou asks quietly, suddenly behind you, his chest against your back as he gently plucks the shorts from your hands to examine them closer. You look at him from over your shoulder, at the soft look that falls on his face, how his rough thumb rubs over the still soft material in his hands, how his eyebrows lose their crease and his mouth tilts up just so in the corners.

“We’re not having kids any time soon,” you say, your voice tacking on a silent ‘right?’ at the end of it. Bakugou doesn’t say anything for a long while, but he blinks down at you, looking so ridiculously cute in your pink hat, holding your baby clothes. You hand him the booties in his other hand and he takes them, so gentle, with such care, it makes your stomach do somersaults.

“Maybe we should talk more about that.” He whispers softly, looking at you from under his lashes, his garnet eyes searching your own. You nod though, stroking gently at the shorts he still holds with tender care, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Yeah,” you mutter, leaning up to press your mouth against his own. “Maybe we should.”

[nashvillethotchicken]

IWTV S2E6 "Like the light god made before he made the world" livethoughts. Spoilers and thoughts as always below the cut

[flowersforvax]

"If they're strong, they will. And if not they will be remade into something stronger." "I understand"

ASHTON I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU THAT THE ROCK DON'T CARE ABOUT PEOPLE. THAT'S A FINE PREROGATIVE FOR A ROCK TO HAVE BUT IT'S NOT SOMETHING YOU SHOULD ADOPT INTO YOUR OWN WORLD VIEW OR PRIOROTIES.

So the strong will be fine!! That's great!! What about the weak?????

[dewvorce-flowers]

Self affirmations to myself : You started this blog so you could have a fun archive of stuff from the new fandom you just joined(that'sover a year now btw, been A Ride). Don't overthink stuff like seeming too online or how much you can reblog before it becomes annoying just because a small handful of people follow this now.

(Btw sorry if I ever ignore DMs I either forgot or my brain decided that actually answering will take too much energy)

[volfoss]

Took pics of the best turned out eyes in his head from yesterday :)

In order:

A dark blue with some gold star decals, gold with some glitter (learned the glitter does NOT photograph well the way I do it lol. Things to keep in mind for next time), light blue with dark blue glitter, dark brown with a cherry cola glitter (it catches the light and looks pink in person but all the painting I did barely shows up bc of how dark brown it is lol), and white (I kind of wanted it to look like the eye chip was removed and just the underlying area remained)

[emuwarum]

sometimes when playing ark you completely forget about something you’ve read.

I finally build a nice little enclosure for all (I think it’s around this number) 30 dodos. I put a feeding trough in and fill it up. I set everyone to passive flee, wandering, disabled mating.

I take a quick step outside to grab something, come back, look up in horror at all the mating hearts floating above the enclosure. I completely forgot that you can’t turn off mating when they’re wandering, and that they automatically mate when they wander.

so I guess I’m gonna have to deal with that tomorrow (use the resulting eggs to make kibble)

[trickstercaptain]

it's interesting when people ( i.e. the fandom ) try to make something out of the "parlay, parsnip, partner" scene in cotbp with jack and pintel and ragetti, specifically jack's confusion, because it's like.... simple explanation, he got hit by an oar ( thanks will ) in the previous scene and probably has a concussion lmao

[unproduciblesmackdown]

superior "ugh this isn't a joke >:(" route

[bujorulgalben]

in adopting more whimsy with anica’s character, i’m having a lot of fun with the superstitions which still permeate into romanian socio-cultural norms like! even if it is more actively observed in the rural areas, usually, superstition has always been a VERY big part of anica’s character, in that nothing unsettles and frightens her like the supernatural forces. romania is prime fairytale country, after all.

she both fears and revers them. she will lament that there is nothing more anyone can do to hurt her... but the spirits will always have a new trick for her. 

but the spirits also protect! like she will take a nap in the woods and wake up unharmed because the fairies of the forest still look out for her, after all this time. so she leaves bread and salt by the tree she leant against, with her thanks. while i really like the idea of younger personifications being much more in tune with the supernatural, and anica will tell you that the animals and fairies kept her and her convent sisters safe! for hundreds of years! but she still likes to believe she can sense them. she can still make sense of them. 

where she chatted away to the monastery cats, and to the street strays nowadays, as if having a perfectly normal back-and-forth conversation, she also believes iulia can definitely see spirits and ghosts. she helps anica out where her older eyes have started to fail her.

while she cannot speak to bears or wolves (lol), she likes to believe she can understand them, and they can understand her just as well. maybe her father really did come back as a wolf to guard her as a child, and rip out the throats of those invaders chasing her through those woods. or maybe it was a dream. no. even if, with a bloodied muzzle, before scampering away, that wolf seemed to look at her... kindly.

i will make a more serious hc post for the supernatural at some point (another one for the list... oh boy) but i wanted this on record! in the meantime!

[griefdestined]

@paramounticebound​ asked: how many fingers am i holding up?

          Obi-Wan finally crawls completely out of the dust and rubble that had fallen around him after the missile – that he was a bit too slow to stop – annihilated the building where he resided. Thankfully, he was able to prepare somewhat and while his head was pounding from the rubble that rained down on him, there were no other injuries. 

At the question, the General fully stands up while rolling his eyes. Which apparently, is a huge mistake. His vision swims and nausea rolls his stomach. ❝ I assure you, I’ll be-  ❞ he cuts himself off as his measly breakfast attempts to reveal itself to Khan. He frowns as Khan’s visage sways slightly which isn’t right. Is Obi-Wan swaying, or is Khan? Or maybe neither of them?

          Force, his head hurts. 

Bringing a hand up to rub at a sore spot at the base of his skull, Obi-Wan is surprised when he pulls back and his hand is wet. For a moment all he does is stare at the red stained hand as his mind attempts to calculate what that means. No, he knows that that means - he’s injured. 

          But he can’t be pulled out of the battle yet. The men need him. Obi-Wan slowly lowers himself to the ground for a quick restorative meditation. His eyes close and...oh he is quite tired isn’t he? Perhaps he could have a quick nap and then back to the battle, right? Khan can watch over him.