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[I give her little bat nose a kiss and she promptly bites off my nose]
#lae'zel#laezel#baldurs gate 3#bg3#i LOVE her and i wont stand for laezel slander#we love a bad bitch
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I’m gay but even I saw it
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Ashley Sanchez Revenge Tour.
#uswnt#nwsl#ashley sanchez#washington spirit#miss ma’am came on for 5 seconds and scored#we love a bad bitch#she really said fuck you vlatko and I love that for her#show them what they missed Sanchito
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the dialogue choices in this game should be more diabolical
#i love akechi but i sometimes i wish you could bully him like no matter which dialogue u pick it sounds like ur flirting back w him#“i'm going to be completely honest with you. i've always hated you” why can't u say smt unserious back#like “sorry i have a snatched waist and correct opinions on everything.” or like “ur loss lmao”#hate playing darts with this bitch bc i play on a steamdeck and i don't have a fucking gyroscope so like#it's trying to replicate how the joycons or pro controller would throw AND ITS SUCKS SO BAD#like i just see akechi get a hat trick every single fucking time with three bulls in a row and meanwhile im struggling to line the thing up#and then after u finish he's like “hmm i see. that's an interesting way to play it” WHAT THE FUCK THERES LITERALLY NO STRATEGY HERE SMARTAS#I JUST MISSED. IM NOT STRATEGIZING. THERES NOTHING “INTERESTING” ABOUT IT.#i hate going to penguin snipers so much i hope i can get this stupid game on switch so i can actually rank up akechi's baton pass#and not waste like 1000 yen every night bc i refuse to not let a party member be on rank 3#akechi fuck yourself why can't we play 501 like we do with everyone else. why do u have to make everything abt this stupid rivalry#im gonna kms i hate akeci and i hate darts#persona 5#persona 5 royal#p5#p5r#goro akechi#ren amamiya#akira kurusu#shuake#akeshu#lotus draws
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jinx fans who hate caitlyn and caitlyn fans who hate jinx need to grow up and realize they’re like tragic foils of each other and the only proper way to live life is to be utterly destroyed by both characters
#arcane#jinx arcane#caitlyn arcane#like i see soooo many people hating on one or the other#why are we putting two bad bitches against each other#it’s already rough for the characters in the show then the fans get so weird#i just love every character in this show#they’re all so well written
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Writing Prompt #12
Bruce is reading the paper when the pour of Tim's coffee goes abruptly quiet. It would be hard to pinpoint why this is disturbing if it wasn't for the way the soft, tinny sound the vent system in the manor makes cuts out for the first time since being updated in the 90s. The pour, Bruce realizes, has not slowed to a trickle before stopping. It has simply stopped. And there is no overeager clack of a the mug against the marble counter or the uncouth first slurp (nor muttered apology at Alfred's scolding look) immediately following the end of the pour.
Bruce fights the instinct to use all of his senses to investigate, and instead keeps his eyes on the byline of the article detailing the latest set of microearthquakes to hit the midwest in the last week. Microearthquakes aren't an unusual occurrence and aren't noticeable by human standards, which is why this article is regulated to page seven, but from several hundred a day worldwide to several hundred a day solely in the East North Central States, seismologists are baffled.
Bruce had been considering sending Superman to investigate under the guise of a Daily Planet article requested by Bruce Wayne (Wayne Industries does have an offshoot factory in the area) when everything had stopped twenty seconds ago. That is what he assumes has happened (having not moved a muscle to confirm) in the amount of time he assumes has passed. His million dollar Rolex does not quite audibly tick but in the absolute silence it should be heard, which confirms the silence to be exactly that—absolute.
While Bruce can hold his breath with the best of the Olympian swimmers, he has never accounted for a need to remain without blinking without being able to move one's eyes. Rotating the eyeballs will maintain lubrication such that one could go without blinking for up to ten minutes. But staring at the byline fixedly, he estimates another twenty seconds before tears start to form.
These are the thoughts Bruce distracts himself with, because he doesn't dare consider how Tim and Alfred haven't made a (living) sound in the past forty-five seconds. About Damian, packing his bag upstairs for school after a morning walk with Titus that was "just pushing it, Master Damian".
There is a knife to his right, if memory serves (it does). In the next five seconds—
"Your wards and guardian are fine, Mr. Wayne," the deepest voice Bruce has ever heard intones. For a dizzying moment, it is hard to pinpoint the location of the voice, for it comes from everywhere—like the chiming of a clocktower whilst inside the tower, so overpowering he is cocooned in its volume.
But it is not spoken loudly, just calmly, and when he puts the paper down, folds it, and looks to his right, a blue man sits in Dick's chair.
He wears a three piece suit made entirely of hues of violet, tie included. He has a black brooch in the shape of a cogwheel pinned to his chest pocket, a simple chain clipped to his lapel. Black leather gloves delicately thumb Bruce's watch (no longer on his wrist, somewhere between second 45 and 46 it has stopped being on his wrist), admiring it.
"You'll forgive me," the man says with surety. "Clocks are rather my thing, and this is an impressive piece." He turns it over and reveals the 'M. Brando' roughly scratched into the silver back. He frowns.
"What a shame," he says, placing it face side up on the table.
"Most would consider that the watch's most valuable characteristic." Bruce says, voice steady, hands neatly folded before him. Two inches from the knife. To his left, there is an open doorway to the kitchen. If he turns his head, he might be able to get a glance of Tim or Alfred.
He doesn't look away from the man.
"It is the arrogance of man," the man says, raising red eyes (sclera and all) to Bruce, "to think they can make their mark on time."
"...Is that supposed to be considered so literally?" Bruce asks, with a light smile he does not mean.
The man smiles lightly back, eyes crinkling at the corners. He looks to be in his mid thirties, clean-shaven. His skin is a dull blue, his hair a shock of white, and a jagged scar runs through one eye and curving down the side of his cheek, an even darker, rawer shade of blue-purple.
The man turns the watch back over and taps at the engraving. "Let me ask you this," he says. "When we deface a work of art, does it become part of the art? Does it add to its intrinsic meaning?"
Bruce forces his shoulders to shrug. "It's arbitrary," he says. "A teenager inscribes his name on the wall of an Ancient Egyptian temple and his parents are forced to publicly apologize. But runic inscriptions are found on the Hagia Sophia that equate to an errant Viking guard having inscribed 'Halfdan was here' and we consider it an artifact of a time in which the Byzantine Empire had established an alliance with the Norse and converted vikings to Christianity."
"The vikings were as errant as the teenager," the man says, "in my experience." He leans back in his chair. "I suppose you could say the difference is time. When time passes, we start to think of things as artistic, or historical. We find the beauty in even the rubble, or at least we find necessity in the destruction..."
He offers Bruce the watch. After a moment, Bruce takes it.
"The problem, Mr. Wayne, is that time does not pass for me. I see it all as it was, as it is, as it ever will be, at all times. There is no refuge from the horror or comfort in that one day..." he closes his hand, the leather squeaking. And then his face smooths out, the brief severity gone. He regards Bruce calmly.
"You can look left, Mr. Wayne."
Bruce looks left. Framed by the doorway, Tim looks like a photograph caught in time. A stream of coffee escapes the spout of the stainless steel pot he prefers over the Breville in the name of expediency, frozen as it makes its way to the thermos proclaiming BITCH I MIGHTWING. Tim regards his task with a face of mindless concentration, mouth slack, lashes in dark relief against his pale skin as he looks down at the mug. Behind him, Bruce can see Alfred's hand outstretched towards the refrigerator handle, equally and terrifyingly still.
"My name is Clockwork," the man says. "I have other names, ones you undoubtedly know, but this one will be bestowed upon me from the mouth of a child I cherish, and so I favor it above all else. I am the Keeper of Time."
"What do you want from me?" Bruce asks, shedding Wayne for Batman in the time it takes to meet Clockwork's eyes. The man acknowledges the change with a greeting nod.
"In a few days time, you will send Superman to the Midwest to investigate the unusual seismic activity. By then, it will be too late, the activity will be gone. They will have already muzzled him."
"Him."
"There is a boy with the power to rule the realm I come from. Your government has been watching him. The day he turned 18, they took him from his family and hid him away. I want you to retrieve him. I want you to do it today."
"Why me?"
"His parents do not have the resources you do, both as Batman and Bruce Wayne. You will dismantle the organization that is keen on keeping him imprisoned, and you will offer him a scholarship to the local University. You and yours will keep him safe within Gotham until he is able to take his place as my King."
This is a lot of information to take in, even for Bruce. The idea that there could be a boy powerful enough to rule over this (god, his mind whispers) entity and that somehow, he has slipped under all of their radars is as frustrating as it is overwhelming. But although Clockwork has seemed willing to converse, he doesn't know how many more questions he will get.
"You have the power to stop time," he decides on, "why don't you rescue him? Would he not be better suited with you and your people?"
"Within every monarchy, there is a court," Clockwork. "Mine will be unhappy with the choice I have made," he looks at Bruce's watch, head cocked. "In different worlds, they call you the Dark Knight. This will be your chance to serve before a True King."
Bruce bristles. "I bow to no one."
"You'll all serve him, one day," Clockwork says, patiently. "He is the ruler of realms where all souls go, new and old. When you finally take refuge, he will be your sanctuary." He frowns. "But your government rejects the idea of gods. All they know is he is other. Not human. Not meta. A weapon."
"A weapon you want me to bring to my city."
"I believe you call one of your weapons 'Clark', do you not?" Clockwork asks idly. "But you misunderstand me. They seek to weaponize him. He is not restrained for your safety, but for their gain."
"And if I don't take him?" Bruce asks, because a) Clockwork has implied he will be at the very least impeded, at worst destroyed over this, and b) he never did quite learn not to poke the bear. "You won't be around if I decide he's better off with the government."
"You will," Clockwork says, with the same certainty he's wielded this entire conversation. "Not because he is a child, though he is, nor because you are good, though you are, nor even because it is better power be close at hand than afar.
"I have told you my court will be unhappy with me. In truth, there are others who also defend the King. Together we will destroy the access to our world not long after this conversation. The court will be unable to touch him, but neither will we as we face the repercussions for our actions. I am telling you this, because in a timeline where I do not, you think I will be there to protect him. And so when he is in danger, even subconsciously, you choose to save him last, or not at all. And that is the wrong choice.
"So cement it in your head, Bruce Wayne," the man says, "You will go to him because I tell you to. And you will keep him safe until he is ready to return to us. He will find no safety net in me. So you will make the right choice, no matter the cost."
"Or, when our worlds connect again, and they will," his voice now echoes in triplicate with the voices of the many, the young, the old, Tim, Bruce's mother, Barry Allen, Bruce's own voice, "I will not be the only one who comes for you."
"Now," he says, producing a Wayne Industries branded BIC pen. "I will tell you the location the boy is being kept, and then I would like my medallion back, please. In that order."
Bruce glances down and sees a golden talisman, attached to a black ribbon that is draped haphazardly around the neck of his bathrobe, so light (too light, he still should have—) he has not felt its weight until this moment.
Bruce flips the paper over, takes the pen, and jots down the coordinates the being rattles off over the face of a senator. By his calculation, they do correspond with a location in the midwest.
"You will find him on B6. Take a left down the hallway and he will be in the third room down, the one with a reinforced steel door. Take Mr. Kent and Mr. Grayson with you, and when you leave take the staircase at the end of the hallway, not the elevator."
The man gets up, dusts off his impeccably clean pants, and offers him a hand to shake.
"We will not meet again for some time, Mr. Wayne."
Bruce looks at the creature, stands, and shakes his hand. It feels like nothing. The Keeper of Time sighs, although nothing has been said.
"Ask your question, Mr. Wayne."
"I have more than one."
"You do," Clockwork says. "But I have heard them all, and so they are one. Please ask, or I will not be inclined to answer it."
"What does this boy mean for the future, that you are willing to sacrifice yourself for him?"
There is a pause.
"So that is the one," Clockwork says, after a time. "Yes. I see. I should resolve this, I suppose."
"Resolve what?"
"It is not his future I mean to protect," the man says. "It is his present."
"You want to keep him safe now..." Bruce says, but he's not sure what the being is trying to say.
"I am not inclined," Clockwork repeats, stops. His expression turns solemn, red eyes widening. In their reflection, Bruce can see something. A rush of movement too quick to make heads or tails of, like playing fast forward on a videotape. "Superman reports no signs of unusual seismic activity. With nothing further to look into, you let it go in favor of other investigative pursuits. You do not find him, as you are not meant to. He stays there. His family, his friends, they cannot find him. His captors tell him they have moved on. He does not believe them, until he does. He stays there. He stays there until he is strong enough to save himself."
Clockwork speaks stiffly, rattling off the chain of events as if reading a Justice League debrief. "He is King. He will always be King. He is strong, and good, and compassionate, and he is great for my people because yours have betrayed his trust beyond repair. He throws himself into being the best to ever Be, because there is nothing Left for him otherwise. We love him. We love him. We love him. My King. Forevermore."
The red film in his eyes stall out, and Bruce is forced to look away from how bright the image is, barely making out a silhouette before they dull back to their regular red.
"I am not inclined," Clockwork says slowly, "To this future."
"Because of what it means in the present," Bruce finishes for him. "They're not just imprisoning him, are they."
"They will have already muzzled him."
Clockworks is right in front of him faster than he can process, fist gripping the medallion at his neck so tight he now feels the ribbon digging into his skin.
"Unlike you, Mr. Wayne," and for the first time, the god is angry, and the image of it will haunt Bruce for the rest of his life, "I do not believe in building a better future on the back of a broken child."
"Find him," the deity orders, and yanks the necklace so hard the ribbon rips—
Clack!
"sluuuuurp!"
"Master Timothy, honestly!"
"Sorry Alfred!"
#i feel like I'm going to reread this and want to add other stuff#but I also just want to post it and get it out there#fun fact i scribbled a bunch of lines down at 2am bc i didn't want to forget them#im bad at multiple drafts#my writing#dp x dc#dp x dc au#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#danny phantom#batman#i live to make everybody dramatic#but also i subscribe to a world where clockwork doesn't know how NOT to be dramatic#lol he's a ghost from all of time he doesn't know how to speak to humans and tailor it to the century let alone the decade#and his favorite little girl who calls him clocky loves how he speaks so#he doesn't need to change for nobody#nor feels inclined to#also I feel like as god he's way more inclined to threaten to get what he wants than like...be vulnerable#jazz: let's unpack that#clockwork: we never do#jazz: are you saying that because it's true or because that's what you want to be true?#clockwork: ...#also I cannot take credit for BITCH I MIGHTWING#wish i could#that is cash money right there#shoutout to 11thsense
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Can we please talk about how important the speech Agatha gave to Billy about not feeling guilty was. She was told her whole life by her mother, coven, almost everyone, that she was not worth it and a monster. That her power controls her and she should be ashamed. Younger Agatha must’ve felt so guilty and scared growing up. Now she refuses to let Billy think the same
#Agatha Harkness#billy kaplan#billy maximoff#evanora harkness#That bitch#We love breaking generational trauma#I want to hug her so bad#agatha all along
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Putting my pretty princess in different outfits again
#that don’t really fit him lol#I got my sister to watch the three demons arc with me in exchange for playing the great ace attorney#it was great we hung out all day and had fun yippee~! :3#she said it was more fun than she thought it’d be I call that a success#journey to the west 1996#jttw sun wukong#sun wukong#digital art#my art#journey to the west#xiyouji#you’re not gonna see me for a while lol#my last post before I have Lock In for finals#or2#ougggh..sun wukong…save me…..save me monkey man…#it’s my senior grad project too ouuuuuughhh o(-(#this fucking first I loled 😂 then I serioused 😠 ass expressions bruh#btw I saw that someone commented on that 5 tier Wukongs post I made saying that lmk is the best one#and listen I love Lego monkie kid wukong#but why you gotta pit five bad bitches against each other smh#like if you think the wukong on the top is as beautiful as the wukong on the bottom this is so sad 💔#have some decorum lmao
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Extraterrestrial Satellite Communication | Sunday
"There's always a paradise that needs to be built. That vow is like the sun in the sky — perhaps I'll melt and fall before reaching it… But some hardships I must endure."
The dream of the Order has dissipated, yet there are still those who will not give up on their original intent.
— The traveler whose wings were clipped… whereto shall his footsteps lead?
EDIT:::::BTW SOMEONE SAID HE SHOULD BE HERE AROUND DEC. 4TH WE HAVE A BIT TO SAVE UP STELLAR JADES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
#honkai star rail#hsr sunday#hsr sunday x reader#sunday#also watch he’s gonna join astral express and then not join on missions and stay on the train and die from hineko’s coffee#bitch is on -1hp and the coffee will do him in#honkai star rail imaginary#sunday drip marketing#hoyoverse#I am madly in love with him your honor#down bad#awooga#Sunday lovers#we won!!!!!!!!
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He was a little dumbfounded that Joanne remained entirely unfazed by his appearance and hadn't even bothered to ask what happened as she prepped to give him a hand as if this were a normal occurrence between them. Then again, Dae had never really known the woman to be all that emotional and he released a little breath of relief toward her composure. "Yeah" He responded opening the bathroom mirror to pull out a half empty bottle of rubbing alcohol before bending to pull up the basket of first aid items from beneath the sink with a slight grimace. "I'd say it's a really bad time for you to have dropped in, but I did missed you a bit." he offered her a small smile trying to lighten the mood. "and I can't really reach some places well so I guess that makes it good timing after all."
Joanne had planned on surprising Dae-Jin with a visit. She was always in and out of town, always coming up with lies about why she'd come and go so flippantly. Yet as she stared at him in the mirror she realized maybe she had been lying to him for the wrong reasons. She'd seen those sort of marks before on her own body. "Let me help." she said a little too calmly as she squeezed besides him at the sink. She quickly washed her hands. "Do you have alcohol? Some antibiotic ointment?" she said, meeting his eyes. Her questions could wait.
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If I think about the double standard and the disparity with which the media handled Daniel in comparison to everyone else I may lose my mind.
#i genuinely feel like im in bizarro world. karun chandok the fucking donkey being like:#“you have to feel for checo . he was doing so well in sq1 :( ”#in comparison to the way they viciously circled around daniel for medicore performances let alone bad ones#similar with Naomi just now. i cant believe im gonna defend Perez in the same breath but for her to say;#“Lawson has done everything to deserve checos seat. he has ticked all the boxes” ????? bitch what boxea are you talking about?#she literally said the only thing he needs to work on is his “temperament” would love to know what shes on lol#DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON LAZENBY HES SUCH A DUMB FUCKING RATTTTTTT#the way hes like “why is Lawson getting so much heat for complaining about sergio? Yuki has been doing it for years!”#well yuki has been in the 'Junior team' for 4 years now#what the everloving fuck is going on in the sport#obviously we all know how the media shapes the narrative but its genuinely still so jarring to see the standard they held daniel to#and the callousness with which they treated him
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ACTING
#this could have just been an average snipe but no siobhan has to go be an actress#i love them so both so much and am still pissed they never reconciled#evil gay besties#seriously how dare you make me feel bad for o'brien#except jk bc I love her obviously#thomas barrow#sarah o'brien#charles carson#downton abbey#robert james collier#siobhan finneran#jim carter#also thomas is being a huge bitch and we love that for him
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Just a thought!
Currently thinking about big and buff and tall Noah going to a concert with you and standing near you or even directly behind you, giving off Rottweiler energy and being prepared to pounce if anyone tried pushing into you or was being creepy. He’d lean down to make sure you’re okay and give your hip or shoulder a squeeze when you nod reassuringly, finding yourself leaning into him a little more. It didn’t really take much for them to back off just based off Noah’s physical appearance, but if it ever got to the point of an altercation, he would be READY to go off.
(this happened to me at a show last night and one of my big, buff guy friends came to my rescue like that and I would be lying if I said I didn’t fall in love a little??? 😵💫)
#it’s amazing having scary friend privileges 🤭#but for real#Noah would not PLAY with this#we already know that he hates fights at shows#so he probably hates it from this perspective too#I love a big buff bitch with tattoos#WOOF 😮💨#sweet boy#noah sebastian#bad omens#bad omens cult#just a thought!#blurb#it’s abbs!
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PUTTING UP MY FIRST EXHIBIT EVER RN CURATED ENTIRELY BY ME !!!!!!!!!!! RAHHHH 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈
IT’S OPEN 2 THE PUBLIC NEXT WEEK ‼️‼️‼️
#also hehehehe i have another exhibit going up in a different room that’s opening in the summer !!!! RAHJSNSNAJAKAK#i used 2 pray 4 times like these#straight up bad bitching it rn#now everyone pray that everyone is super niceys to me and love love LOVES what i’ve done w the place or else …. 🔫#biggest nightmare is my boss being like ‘oh no…. this isn’t what we wanted at all….. i fear you’ve missed the mark’#like i will throw up on her very nice loafers :/#<- it’s because my biggest fear is being bad at the things i love the most#does that make sense? like this is all i am. i’ve dedicated my entire studies and life to this … if im bad at it …. i can’t be bad it …yk?#but i think its swag idc! now is not the time for self doubt !!!!!! 🙂↔️🙂↔️#nat rambles
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Oh shit oh fuck anniversary was yesterday
#MY BAD#HAPPY 6 BIRTHDAY RDR2#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#rdr2 fanart#arthur morgan#rdr1#rdr1 fanart#javier escuella#sean macguire#karen jones#orville swanson#rdr2 arthur morgan#rdr2 sean macguire#rdr2 Karen#rdr2 reverend swanson#rdr1 javier escuella#we love cowboys in this bitch#stars art
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