#you que fight

[notninani]

"You are beautiful" Princess Mononoke's scene but bonrin, or whatever

[bakingmoomins]

grading full grown adults and them trying to get into fights with you over your feedback in the Google classroom comment section

[aj-lenoire]

y'know i was kind of expecting the portal to close around the demon thing and bisect him or whatever, but this is so much cooler

[xfortunearcana]

NOMBRE: Royal Ulysse

EDAD: Adulto thx

CUMPLEAÑOS: 4 de agosto

SIGNO ZODIACAL: Leo

GÉNERO: Cis masculino

FACE CLAIM: Jayce Talis

FANDOM: RWBY

LUGAR DE ORIGEN: Mistral

OCUPACIÓN: Cazador, profesor de escuela de combate

ACADEMIA: Beacon, en el pasado

EQUIPO: ZLVR ( @fakeredshoes ; @saranghacs )

SEMBLANZA: 

Take Aim, pinta un ‘blanco’ en un oponente al activar su aura y permite que cualquier proyectil aterrice directamente sobre dicho oponente; especialmente útil como Semblanza de soporte/apoyo. Requiere haber hecho contacto físico con el oponente en cuestión (directamente con una o ambas manos). 

COLOR DEL AURA: Rojo oscuro

ARMA: 

Ismarus; un martillo de tamaño descomunal. Tiene una doble función y puede disparar proyectiles cargados con Dust.

ORIENTACIÓN SEXUAL: Bisexual

MULTISHIP: Discutible

Cazador experimentado. Originalmente nacido en Mistral, y de hecho habría asistido a Haven de no ser porque su familia se marchó a Vale un par de años antes de que comenzara su preparación. Actualmente enseña en una escuela de combate y hace lo posible por mantener el contacto con sus compañeros, el team ZLVR... especialmente tras la caída de Beacon. En los años que han pasado desde que se graduó, su sentido de la orientación no ha mejorado en NADA y llega espectacularmente tarde a absolutamente todas partes.

Era bastante más impulsivo durante su época de adolescente. Fue estudiante de Beacon y fue miembro del team ZLVR. Su hermana menor, Iris, asistió a Beacon un año después que él.

(me van a tener que dar como dos días para hallarle un FC de cuando era más joven porque istg no se me ocurre nada justo ahora kthx)

[theglassbeads]

outfits veraniegos de amelia, scarlett, bertha, jane, jihae & keira. (+ algunas de sus cosas)

[fantasmadelaciudad]

AND ANOTHER THING. saying that the latinos who voted for trump aren’t “real latinos” overlooks the fact that a lot of latinos (ESPECIALLY 2nd gen and immigrants. undocumented or not) are conservative.

this doesn’t make them less latino. being latino does not mean being progressive, or liberal, or socialist or etc. it just means you’re from latinamerica.

denying them their identity doesn’t make them exempt from anything. it just ignores the issues in our community of colorism, classism, queerphobia, and xenophobia. just because you’re latino (just because you’re not white) does not mean you’re not complicit. it doesn’t absolve you of anything.

[crashandswirl]

What kind of tragedy are you?

Written in the stars: Luther West, Alf Warner, Joseph Frost, Terri Morales, Bruce McGivern, Nica Pierce, Tiffany Valentine.

It had to end this way. We all know it. Only you were unaware. You had hope. Hope, of course, only makes it hurt all the more. We all knew you would look back, oh love, there's no other version of the story. And yet, alongside you, we still had hope. We believed in you, even though we knew you couldn't win. And you believed in yourself till the last moment. It isn't fair, is it? You didn't know you were doomed.

Self-inflcited: Cassandra Dimitrescu, Ana Lucía Cortez, Katarin, Jill Valentine.

You were given the chance to live, a thousand times over, and yet you never chose it. Not intentionally, oh no, you didn't know it was a grave you were digging. But with every turn, you were twisting the knife deeper. Every decision doomed you more. Had it been anyone else, they would have made it. But you? You are so perfectly you, there was no escaping it. The true tragedy of it all was how preventable it was.

Doomed from the start: Inéz Diaco, Camila Salgado Díaz, M, Angela Miller, Vance Drew.

There was no way of winning, and you knew it too. But you still tried. You tried again and again and again to change it. You fought tooth and claw to change your fate, but she cannot be easily manipulated. It's not your fault. The game was always rigged against you. From the moment you entered the narrative, your fate was sealed. You didn't stand a chance.

Wrong place, wrong time: J.D. Salinas, Letty Ortiz.

It shouldn't have been you. Oh my love, you should have lived. If only. If only you had made a right instead of a left. If only your friend hadn't had so much to drink. If only it hadn't rained last night. Then everything would be fine. A butterfly could have flapped its wings at another time and you would have been fine. Safety was so close, and yet so far. But alas, the stars just had to align.

Tagged by: @pretty-isnt-pretty-enough (thanks for the tag! I was only gonna do like, four muses, but today is not a productive day lol)

Tagging: @torntruth, @tootyfuckingfruity, @mould-girl, @v-jestica / @slxver-scrxm, @bcrntalive, @bullet-x, + anyone else who wants to do it :P

[error404vnotfound]

my mother, for some reason: i will throw out all the pedagogical material my late husband produced as a math and science teacher for almost 40 years. yes! even tho my child is studying mathematics looking into becoming a teacher too

[binghe-malewife-goals]

[laying here] AU where Jayce escapes to the Undercity from Renata's plans and seeks safety with the only person he knows could possibly help him; Viktor

[quillheel]

@playedbetter // lyric starters; without mythologies by the weakerthans.

Maybe the scariest part of seeing Kim with a fever, hot-cold all the time and aching, was less about the fever itself; it was about seeing how that sickness pried back the composure on him like skinning a beetle of its shell, it was less the times he was asleep and more when he was awake; often irritated beneath a reluctance to engage at all and murmuring barely there mostly through the breath of wheezing, it was more about the times he murmured at all.

The Lieutenant's apartment is clean, and maybe it would've reminded you of the Pox if not for the fact you were allowed within it's walls where many weren't, and the various small details that filled itself in on it's own lived in qualities. Clean but imperfect, and unable to escape from the fact of the city you both lived in ━ Revachol whispering on the paint cracked window-sills as summer heat leaked in through them, on the smell of maybe something rotten. gasoline. vaguely something plantlike, like trees bending their leaves up to break up the noise.

There are exactly 11 trees along Kim's street. Maybe you would've noticed in the way here, or maybe not, since Kim invited Harry over after struggling; frustratingly inattentive; throughout the day on a case, and the first time Kim had handed over his place at the wheel of the Kineema so willingly since the beginning of it's service at the station ( it might've been the station's vehicle, one he was lucky to have been able to take with him when transferring over to station 41 after a major amount of string-pulling, ass kissing, and excuses about repairs, but in the end it was always Kim's baby ) to Harry. ━ so naturally, there were many other things to notice when one is entrusted with the golden ticket of a sick man almost begging him not to crash the damn thing than the amount of trees on Kim's street. But there are still 11 trees, and one way or another, you'd gotten home.

And in this home, Kim lays on his back on his couch, glasses removed and eyes covered with a cool wet cloth as a radio plays some random station quietly enough to be unintrusive but still filling a white noise ━ something classical, or at the very least, instrumental. the voices of the piece if you focused on it no more than a distant kind of cloud that wasps over hazily on compressed air waves ━ and occasionally he murmurs to himself, quiet and voice shot. this was the scary part, what he'd say. what it'd tell you. this was the scary part, to hear him through the softest electrical hum...

" si je pouvais, je ferais de toi une rivière déchaînée avec des rapides en colère alimentés en pluie, pour que tu puisses toujours serpenter et pouvoir toujours t'enfuir… " ━ breathe in. ( if i could, i would make you a raging river with angry rapids supplied with rain, so you could always meander, and forever be able to run away… )

sings to himself, rather, here. sings to you? the language hangs on his tongue, syllable after syllable.

" sans lutter… contre les mythes mal interprétés, contre la douleur… " ━ breathe out. ( without contending… with myths wrongly interpreted, with pain… )

he does, sing to you. the only person you can remember who would, regardless of intention. he breathes with the music, and with it comes over with the terror of an honesty so grandiose it becomes small again; marble-like; like an unfulfilled wish he offers out, downy feathered, anyways, because the sentiment matters more than whatever it is now. maybe he doesn't even realize he says it out loud to begin with, but he does, whispers in the gentle shuffle of the apartment's small spaces, composure a dream he hasn't woken into, rarely; rarely, a heart on his sleeve. ( like speaking in your sleep. like honesty when you don't realize it, laid back on the worn cushioning of a couch, allowing himself not to see, allowing himself to merely be, be there. to drive him home. trusting. trusting you. )

[renah]

*sees non-brazilians talking shit about the Brazil's NT and making fun of 7x1*

me: shut the fuck up you fucking gringo, do you even know what is it like to win one, let alone five world cups, fuck you

*sees other brazilians talking shit about the women's NT*

me: VAI TOMAR NO SEU CU FILHO DA PUTA, OS MARMANJOS LEVARAM SETE NO CU E NÃO HONRARAM AS PORRA DAS CINCO ESTRELAS JOGANDO EM CASA, O TIPO DE DESGOSTO QUE AS MENINAS NUNCA VÃO DAR, VAI SE FUDER SEU BOSTINHA

[leicasavatar]

I deleted it out of fear but I'm angry again so.

Despite practicing fascism for its entire existence, America actually invented quite an effective cure for Fascism in 1868.

It's 2 3/4 inches long (70mm for the sane ones)

It Has 9 lead pellets.

And packs a fucking wallop.

The apparatus in which it's used can be had for as little as $150.

[hauntingblue]

Eleanor and max reunion.... the girls are fighting....

[saicochomo]

Bruce in collage loved to dress feminly and do his make up and became weirdly good at doing female voices. But because of the batman and other life things he goes though he drops all of this.

Jason: *Burst into the room where the fam is just chilling* Yall I have found a gold mine

Dick: And that this?

Jason: So Roy has given me the greatest gift-

Steph: Removing that stick up your ass

Jason: Fuck off no, he raided Ollies room looking for what ever and found this *Holds up a tape*

*Everyone looks at it curiously*

Jason: This is Bruce in his collage years

Bruce who was sitting on the couch reading the paper minding his own business is now very alert of the whole situation, worried that his son has gotten a hold of a sex tape incrementing photo of him. mean while everyone eager to see what is on the tape

Bruce: Have you seen what's on it? *Starts sweating nervously*

Jason: Not yet, thought we as a family could have some bonding time. And would you out father, the man who want all of us get along really ruin this bonding moment for us

Dick: Yes Bruce, we are having some much needed family time

Damian: I do not believe that seeing Father in collage would warrant bonding time. Tim: Especially since he's a drop out

Jason: I may not have seen what's on here but Roy has and he told me it was well worth it.

Bruce is getting ready to jump to break the TV as Jason sets up the tape so they can all see what's on the tape

Que a video of Bruce drunkenly dancing on a stage like stripper dressed in the whorish thing known to man with make up that looks as if it was done by a professional. Oliver could be heard cheering Bruce on while Bruce sings to Material Girl.

All the batkids are absolutely shocked by this their eyes glued to the TV.

Tim: *Whiping his mouth after spitting out his coffee now being more awake then he has been in weeks* Damn Bruce I didn't know you where a raging femboy in Collage the hell?!

Dick: Or such a... talented dancer

Bruce is hiding behind his paper trying to avoid the gawking stars of his kids

Steph: More importantly who ever is singing is so talented give more air time to the chick singing Ollie! *Steph yells at the TV like he could hear her*

Bruce: That's me

Jason: I'm sorry what was that Bruce

Bruce: I'm the one singing

Batkids: Huh?!

Steph: WHY HAVE WE NEVER SEEN THIS SIDE OF YOU

Bruce: It's not that important

Dick: Not important Bruce! This is the most important thing. More so did you do that make-up yourself?????

Bruce: Yes

Steph: Do mine! Bruce do my make-up right now or I will commit mass murder

Bruce: I uh Steph that really isn't ness-

Steph grabbing reaching to grab one of Damians swords who is now getting ready to fight Steph

Bruce: Steph stop, alright I'll do your make-up

They all then spend the next few hours letting Bruce do full glam looks on them, while they listen to Madona. Damian even got in on it after pretending he is only doing this because Dick says he gets in on more family bonding time, but he is the one that keeps the look on the longest totally not sending photos to Jon to make him jealous

[crashandswirl]

...Can we tell apart my eight muses with the same FC?

[sarahcmarie]

Don’t get me wrong I love the Tim drake tells his family about his trauma with out thinking to hard about it and them freaking out that’s great I love that hilarious BUT have you considered the hilarity of Tim Deliberately Hiding it from his family and the shenanigans he has to pull to keep them from finding out?

Que Tim drake trying to drink his coffee before Bruce comes to pick him up for lunch when suddenly one of Ra’s assassins come from the shadows to try to kidnap him and while Tim is trying to fight him he hears the alert that Bruce’s car pulled up his eyes widen as he shoves the assassin into the closet before Bruce can see and telling him to shut the fuck up for both of their sakes the assassin is so confused he just goes along with it

When Bruce comes in and see’s Tim’s ruffled shirt A broken vase in the hall and someone very clearly in the closet he chooses to ignore it because he REALLY does not want to know about his sons sex life

Red Robin gets stabbed mid patrol and has to pretend he’s worried about blood loss but actually he is annoyed because it was a rusty pipe so he KNOWS it’s gonna get infected and he does not wanna deal with that but can’t say that because then his family will know he doesn’t have a spleen

When a new supervillain comes around and starts cloning people Tim is the one who has the most information on how to catch him because of when he tried to clone Kon but only he and dick know this dick was obviously gonna bring this up so Tim could help on the case but it was also like 2:30 and he hadn’t slept in days so he decided to take a nap first only to be woken up by a shadow holding a hand over his mouth he nearly broke Tim’s jaw because of how bad he scared him and when dick asked him what the hell he was thinking Tim said to keep what happened with Kon to himself or else… the case was solved two days afterwards and dick kept his mouth shut but he had a new found fear for his little brother whom he loved (and feared) so much

There are many more fun instances that I am not creative enough to come up with so PLEASE feel free to add on