#you deserve all the good writing

[dukeofthomas]

Here's my controversial opinion; if you're trying to write Bruce as a non-abusive, good parent, you should also write him respecting his kids' privacy, boundaries, and not stalking&surveying them.

[bizarrelittlemew]

top/bottom discourse and dom/sub truthers this and that, none of that can touch me because i headcanon them as vers and switch and whatever is best for the bit and therefore always win. look at all the beauty in the world

[bonefall]

Clear Sky threw his son in front of a fox?!

YES!! He SHOVED him in front of a fox! It's in fury from the fact Thunder refused to kill Frost. This entire section is VERY poorly paced and glances over it in two paragraphs, so most people don't fully register it.

Clear Sky dragged Thunder down off the stump and shoves him at it, blaming him for bringing the fox to camp with his loud disobedience.

He then leaves Thunder to fight this fox on his own. Leaf and Falling Feather jump in to help him of their own accord. Clear Sky then tries to praise him for being strong and Thunder tells him to shove off for the first and last time.

It's not the last baby of his he knowingly and consciously endangers to prove a point. In Moth Flight's Vision, he refuses to allow Acorn Fur to get medical help for Tiny Branch's fox-inflicted injuries until his condition worsened, bellowing, "SkyClan does NOT ask for help unless there's no choice." AND didn't allow her to complete her training after he caused Micah's death.

Clear Sky is a serial child abuser. He is willfully neglectful, emotionally abusive, and physically violent.

[dollypopup]

"Penelope should have chosen Debling!"

My sister in Christ. . .he literally dumped her???

Like just before Colin Bridgerton was on his knees after outrunning her carriage to profess how he can't stop thinking about her in his love me, choose me, I'm yours speech, Debling did the Regency equivalent of calling her a floozy who would undoubtedly cheat on him when he abandoned her for several years to chase his passions (because she would never be one of said passions since she asked outright if he could ever come to care for her and he went 'hmmmm seems unlikely! good thing you have solitary hobbies to occupy you instead!') when he has been given 0 evidence of such other than realizing she liked to look out the window because she had a crush on the boy across the street. I was ready to challenge that man to a duel for Pen's honor

His feelings for her were middling at best, I mean Christ on a Pogostick, after he asked her mum for permission to propose he isn't even happy when he opens the door and Pen is there? She's looking like a snack- nay, a whole ass MEAL, and he can't even smile? He just nods at her and dips the fuck out? You don't think it would kill Penelope to know that both her sisters have husbands who absolutely adore them and she's out here with an absent dude who likely won't even write to her?

Portia's 'Love is make believe!' speech is so transparently full of shit when you realize that we've got Dankworth who is so obsessed with Prudence that he makes heart eyes at her every waking moment and considers her his little bonbon and Albion who loves Phillipa so much that he was waiting for her to consent to sex (not realizing she didn't know what it was) for two entire years because he would never pressure her and so he was content with finishing in his pants when he kissed her to make sure she was comfortable. And you want Penelope to settle for a life of loneliness? When Colin is so besotted with her that he dreams of her and breaks every societal expectation in the book as a notorious People Pleaser to run after her and cannot even wait for the morning after being intimate with her to introduce her as his wife to his family in the middle of the night? You want her to turn down Mr "When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible" Bridgerton? For LORD PENGUIN?

Be so serious right now

[rendevok]

your narumitsu art made me weep with joy and I heard you want more requests 👀

idk if this is the right place to put them but I think phoenix coming with miles to try on his glasses for the first time would be sweet :,) miles asking how they look and phoenix being just smitten. the good stuff

Dear anon… you sure know how to pick em! Things got very out of hand very quickly while drawing, and well. You inspired me to draft a comic! I didn’t want to make you wait long, so here are the sketches for the pages relevant to your request <3

Thanks so much, and hope you enjoy~! 💜

[sukibenders]

Bridgerton states from season one, through Simon and Lady Danbury, to season two, with the Sharmas, to Queen Charlotte, from the beginning episode to the end spelled out clear as day, that racism exists in this world and many of the characters of colors have been impacted by it in some way. And, supposedly, I'm supposed to believe that Marina, that Kate and Edwina, that they all had more privilege and power than Penelope? No, I don't think so, a lot of things aren't right with that statement.

[genericpuff]

vent post

[actual-changeling]

crowley has never felt "damned", not directly after his fall, not centuries later.

it is hard to feel damned on earth, as he had discovered, when there is sunlight on his skin and wine on his tongue. when there are joys big and small, reasons to smile, to laugh. when there's aziraphale smiling back.

unforgivable, yes. fallen for certain. unlovable, sometimes, usually right before deciding to go to sleep for a few decades with the hope it will be gone once he wakes again.

he does not believe in salvation—it is hard to see god as a saviour when you remember her ripping everything good you had ever felt out of your chest. besides, compared to earth, heaven is empty. a room with bleached floors and sterile walls, devoid of anything truly real, truly alive. so the opposite, eternal damnation, logically cannot exist either.

believe in one, believe in the other. believe in none, and you lose them both.

maybe, he had thought, maybe there is no salvation but there certainly is hope.

hoping is easy when the world is whole, when his world is whole and next to him, smiling, constant, watching him with shining eyes. it had felt natural then, to dream about a future where all of this works out—where they worked out.

crowley remembers the burning hope in his chest, more gentle than her grace but just as alive, and it had danced over his skin, feeling utterly content and at home. sunlight and smiles flowing together with bubbling joy.

he has never been further from being a demon, and yet, with his hands falling and his lungs aching, damnation becomes tangible, definable.

after burning up in the sky, in fire and flames and pools of boiling sulphur, he falls a second time. crowley sees it then, clear on his face and sharper than the claws that had ripped him open and stolen his stars from inside his heart.

fallen. unforgivable. unlovable.

"i forgive you"

damned.

there had been a holiness to living, wisps of hope and promises. all of it is gone now, taken, stolen.

they were yours anyway, he doesn't say. all of me, it was yours.

offered to him with weeping hands, open and truthful, his heart beating and bleeding and melting through his fingers. take it, he had said, it's yours. let it be yours.

angels. white-winged and perfect and whole. blessed, the definition of blessing, of holiness, of everything good.

so, crowley tells himself, if salvation exists, if i can see it crack and shatter right in front of me, whatever remains must be the opposite.

it is all he can feel, the hollow that had been him, no soul to damn and yet there he is—damned. alone. lonely. power ripples through him, tasting desperation, tasting fury and heartbreak, and he allows it, embraces it. it doesn't matter anymore.

bad. evil. a liar and an enemy and unlovable the way he is—and worst of all, unchangeable. somehow after everything, that is what broke them. maybe he has been wrong about himself all along.

damned for now and all eternity, so he might as well, right?

[topaziraphale]

"Stop saying Crowley won't help Aziraphale in S3 he'd go back to him in a HEARTBEAT and nothing would stop him" I get it no one likes the idea of Crowley being bitter after what happened for a long period of time but like can we at least acknowledge that he's currently going through probably the most emotional pain in his life since falling? Can we agree that he's opened his heart entirely - something you couldn't pay him to do unless the world is literally ending and he's desperate - to Aziraphale, and got shot down? Can we understand that he did it AGAIN only to lose Aziraphale again? Not that what Aziraphale did isn't without Crowley's own shortcomings (hiding the truth of Heaven's cruelty from him) but like,,,,

The appeal here isn't Scorned Crowley Doesn't Love Aziraphale Anymore, or Never Wants To Help Him Again, the appeal here is Crowley learning enough self respect to not just walk back right to Aziraphale like nothing happened after Aziraphale has had a pattern of consistently refusing him. Going years ping-ponging between "We're not friends I don't even know him" to "That's what friends are for right?" and "We're friends, why would you even say anything?" and "Friends? We're not friends. We are an angel and a demon!"

Like I get it, Crowley is a heartbreakingly forgiving person. Of course he's gonna forgive Aziraphale, I'll be surprised if he didn't forgive him by the time he walked out the bookshop door, but gdi he could at least grant himself the luxury of being at least a little irritated for longer than however long it takes to make a globe and some books float and angrily cry out to God in his flat. But due to the change of pace and dynamic that is establishing part of the conflict for Season 3, I just really like the idea of him for ONCE prioritizing himself and being like "Okay, fine. We'll get back at it when you're ready, then," instead of just taking Aziraphale back like his words and actions meant nothing to him, when clearly they have an effect on him.

What is Aziraphale going to learn if Crowley just accepts what he did so quickly, like he always has the entire time they've been friends? Idk maybe I'm just projecting too much darkness on their dynamic but I mean, if the pattern of Aziraphale pushing Crowley away/disrespecting him one day and then being fine with his friendship the next + Crowley never stopping to be like "Hey, that's not cool, at least give me a little credit" or smth was fine all along and will continue to be fine in the future, then why, after 6,000 years of being friends and loving this demon, can Aziraphale still not accept that Crowley is just fine the way he is, and instead got excited to promote him to an angel in a heartbeat once the opportunity presented itself? You can't blame all of it on Heaven when Aziraphale has demonstrated his free will/defiance to Heaven so many times. Or, I don't know, I guess maybe we can? Maybe I'm just craving too much angst to the point where I'm letting it cloud my analysis of canon. Idk.

[the-raindeer-king]

(have so much fun on that concert next week✨️)

What do we think about Simon suprising us with a picnic date near a lake?🥺 bonus points if there are little ducklings around

This has been in my inbox for a week 🙈 and I feel so bad!! But the concert was fantastic, thanks!!! As for a suprise picnic with Simon..... (as always, this is gender neutral, and happy pride month)

He'd take you to a park, but not one near your flat because you've already gone there together before. But he knows there's one near where Price lives, a really nice park with lots of flowers and a pond, a pond with ducks. And Simon knows you're going to be so excited.

He didn't tell you where y'all were going, just that it'd be outside and there was no need to get all dolled up. He wants you comfortable, and let's be real, this man is so down bad. You could show up in literal rags, and he'd still think you were the most attractive person he's ever seen.

You think that maybe you're just taking a stroll through the park. Simon's just recently gotten back from deployment, and you don't want him to overwhelm himself just to make you happy. But the park is quiet, mainly older folks. There's a family by the pond, the children talking with excitement as they toss frozen peas into the water.

It's peaceful, and it's a perfectly good day for a picnic.

You pick a spot with a good view of the pond, watching the ducks, as Simon gets the blankets set up. He barely has time to put the basket down, before you're grabbing his hand, almost frantic as you drag him away.

"Simon, come look! Come look!" You loudly whisper, excited but cautious, not wanting to scare the ducks. "There's babies!"

And sure enough, swimming in a little yellow cluster, there's a group of ducklings on the side opposite to where y'all have set up. They're so small and fuzzy, and you fawn over them for a second.

Simon let's out a small huff of amusement, wrapping an arm around your waist. He pulls you closer to him, your back to his chest, and he presses a kiss to your temple. Sure, the ducklings are cute, but he thinks you're far cuter.

[anonymocha]

finally coming out as a dyke in 2023 is realizing i dont need to pretend to simp that Guy just because everyone else in my friend group does

[eddiestattoos]

"The phrase we're trained to offer them, 'I'm sorry for your loss', as we know now, doesn't offer much."

CSI: For Warrick (9x01)

[night-night-stories-before-bed]

In exchange for two drops of blood

Warning ⚠️; Spoiler for Agatha All Along I guess. Magical baby 👶

Pairing; Tony Stark/Cult Leader!Male!Reader

Summary; You need something from Agatha and Billy, but what you have to offer in exchange makes it impossible for them to say no.

Note; listen, I am in denial okay? Give me back my coven! They all deserve to be brought back to life and live happily together as a chaotic coven!

~~~~~~~~~~~

The Witches’ Road was as you remembered it. A forest, a path and the feeling of dread filling you as you know you weren't alone. By your side, holding your hand, Tony looked around him with fascination. Ever since you introduced him to your Cult, the man had been curious about everything as it was in his nature. You loved him more just for that.

You stared at him, gaze soft and loving as Tony pointed at something with a big smile on his lips. You pulled his hand to your lips, kissing his fingers.

The duo of witches in front of you stayed silent, studying you. Agatha had pushed Billy behind her, ready to protect the last member of her coven with her life. What a broken soul. Four hundred years of pain, misery and mistakes before being given a loving coven only to lose it all before the end of the road.

Which was perfect for you.

Behind her, Billy looked at you with big curious eyes, his hands grabbing Agatha’s clothes, ready to pull her with him if he decided to run away. What a beautiful sight. Mentor and protegee ready to fight and protect each other.

- “Agatha Harkness, what a pleasure to see you once more. I see that the centuries have left you unchanged.” You said, tilting your head as the teen behind hear leaned a bit more, trying to see you better. “Well, except you found yourself a protegee.”

- “What are you doing here with Stark? I thought he was supposed to be dead.” Agatha replied, pushing back Billy behind her.

- “Ah! As if I would allow Death to keep my beloved away from me. You know me better than that, Agatha. I have bested Rio more time than any mortal can count.”

You saw something flash in her eyes. Jealousy, anger, sorrow… after all, Agatha has lost so much to Death and could never gain the power to win them back.

Your words picked Billy’s curiosity as he looked between you and Agatha. He tried to move again, but Agatha kept him behind her. You could see her hands shaking in fear which pleased you.

- “You know him? Who is he?” Billy asked, chin on her shoulder.

- “Something worse than Rio. A monster that shouldn't exist, an abomination against nature and life itself.” She replied, voice low and filled with disgust. “What do you want?”

- “Two drops of yours and Billy’s blood.”

It is Tony who answers the question, his attention now turned to the duo. His eyes are envious, possessing and you know he desires their blood more than anything else as of now. And what Tony wants, you'll give it to him. Well, you'll give him what he wants after using the blood.

- “I beg your pardon?” Agatha’s voice sounds offended while she stares at you angrily. “If that's a joke, it's not funny.”

- “It is no joke. I cannot use my blood for obvious reasons, Agatha, and I need magical blood.” You told her, raising your hand to stop her from talking. “And I come to offer you something in exchange, something neither you nor Billy can say no to. In my change for two drops of blood each I will bring back your coven, your son and Tommy.”

Your revelation left the duo in shock. Agatha was staring at you, wondering if you were lying or serious while Billy’s mouth hung open and his eyes filled with hope and joy. For only two drops of blood, they could win back all that was lost.

It was too beautiful to be true, and yet it was.

As murderous and cruel as you could be, you never lied or broke a deal. It was in your powers to undo Death and Fate’s will, even tho it would leave you magically drained. But for Tony’s happiness? It was all worth it.

You shared a look with Tony. The genius seemed so hopeful and you knew you weren't leaving without the blood. No. Tony was going to have what he wanted, no matter the price.

- “You can do that?” Billy’s voice breaks the silence.

- “Yes. I've already started the procedure to bring them back, I just need you to fill out your part of the deal.”

Agatha doesn't give the teen any chance to speak and grabs him by the collar before pulling him away. The boy fights back until she whispers something and he caves, following her. You can only watch them speak, sometimes they would stare at you.

By your side Tony grew nervous and you calmed him with soft kissed on his head and whispers of promised that no matter what, you'll get their blood. You'll give him what he desires the most.

Its something you can't give him any more, all the magic and rituals you did taking it away from you. Agatha was right, you are an abomination against Nature. That is why you cannot die or reproduce.

That why you cannot give life.

That is why you cannot give Tony the child he so desires.

After what felt like an hour, Agatha and Billy walked back toward you. They didn't need to speak, you could see it on their face that they were agreeing with your deal. After collecting their blood, Tony held the phial against his chest as you filled your part of the deal. The tears in Billy's eyes, as you began chanting, told you you were doing the right thing.

You almost collapsed as you summoned their dead loved one back to life. But you didn't. Tony’s arm wrapped around your waist helped you stay on your feet as you watched the reunion. Billy and Tommy hugged tightly as the rest of the coven did. Agatha was crying, holding her son tightly in her arms. You could hear and see them laugh and cry as they embraced each other. They were sisters in the craft after all, their found family one once more.

Silently, you and Tony walked away, allowing the witches to celebrate their reunion only for you to collapse the second you were home.

You woke up naked, arms wrapped around Tony’s waist and your nose buried against his side. Above your head, you heard the soft cooing of a baby. Blinking, you listened as Tony whispered sweet words to the baby he cradled against his chest, his free hand caressing your back.

- “Tony?” You called, voice harsh and mind heavy. How long have you been out? When did you give Tony that baby? “What… when…”

You sighed as soft fingers brushed your neck and you looked up, seeing Tony stare at you tenderly as if you had hung up the moon and the stars for him.

- “You are back, finally. You've been out of your mind for the past week, as you thought. You got me worried, you know? While I can never thank you enough for Morgan, I didn't want to lose you.”

You groaned as you sat in bed, resting your cheek on Tony’s shoulder. In his arm, a newborn baby. She was looking at you two with big blue eyes, the same eyes as Tony. She also had his hair.

Yes.

A daughter. You remembered now, gifting him what he had dreamed so much about. You suspected Tony had dream-walked and saw his other self with a baby, but your man had wanted one so much, convinced you'll give him one somehow.

And you did.

- “Morgan… she is perfect. She looks just like you, Tony, and she will break many hearts.” You whispered, raising a finger and stroking her cheek.

The baby cooed again with what seemed like a smile. She was beautiful and healthy.

- “Yes, she is. Thank you. Thank you for everything.” Tony told you, kissing your forehead and face. “I love you two 3000.”

You chuckled softly. Tony loved saying that recently, maybe something he heard in his dreams. You closed your eyes after telling him you loved him too and sighed as you felt his cheek resting on top of your head. After everything, you were happy and felt fulfilled. You had Tony by your side and now you formed a happy family. A family you'll protect no matter the price.

[frogeyedape]

I am so unbelievably pissed off. FUCK HOAs

Oh, my trash/recycling bin can't be visible except on pickup day? Ok whatever fine I hate you but I can deal with this

Weekly inspections?????? FU FU FU FU FU

SECOND NOTICE ALSO WE'RE CHARGING YOU MONEY TO SEND YOU CERTIFIED MAIL OF THIS TOTALLY LEGIT TOTALLY SECOND NOTICE OF WHAT IS ACTUALLY A VIOLATION cue me: checks notes. Hmm. My recycling bin was. on the curb. on recycling pickup day. You know. The day it has to be out. The day it is motherfucking ALLOWED TO BE FUCKING OUT AND VISIBLE.

so. 1) not a violation

I have sent them the trash AND recycling pickup schedules, which are DIFFERENT, btw

I have disputed the fact of the violation

I have disputed the linking of this "violation" to a previous violation MONTHS AGO--their "first notice" in this case was a "Courtesy Notice" LITERALLY 5 MONTHS AGO and they've done so many inspections since then and my bin CLEARLY WASN'T OUT IN THOSE INTERVENING MONTHS so WTMFH

So I am posting like a crazy person here instead of sending the absolutely deranged email I almost sent (I did send a slightly less deranged version with the disputes, and requesting a hearing)

OMG. It has been. Less than one hour since I learned this fun fun news. My bin was out YESTERDAY, y'all. YESTERDAY. I am going to blow a gasket

[sebille]

The more I think about it the more unfair it feels that Zenos dies at the end of this. I'm like.....7-10? Quests away from "endwalker" and there is so much we don't know. Why did he dream of the end of Amaurot? Emet-selch experimented on him - why was that never touched upon again once it had been mentioned? What did he do? Why? Zenos can teleport???? Switch bodies? What was all that even for? Zenos yae galvus youre making me insane and I'm tearing my hair out of my head

[kryptonbabe]

You will get a new Wonder Woman run planned to be a long and structured one - but it's written by Tom King

You will get a new Black Canary run - the thing is, it will be written by Tom King

You will get a series of some silver age partially forgotten characters you like - Adam Strange, Omega Men, Metamorpho - but here's the catch: they'll all be written by Tom King

Why all these times I got something I wanted from DC it was like meeting this wise and cruel Jinn trying to warn me about the potential harm of my heart's desires?

"Be careful what you wish for, little one. Now take this Tom King book" the creature whispers while I sob