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This counts as vent art.

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the decrease in costuming quality over the last 20 years has been soooo precipitous & nauseating. i’m not even talking abt marvel’s cg supersuits or anything this time, look at the fabric quality, structure, layering, character, and craftsmanship of older costumes in 102 dalmations (2000) vs cruella (2021)

ever after (1998) vs cinderella (2021)

lord of the rings (2001-2003) vs the rings of power (2022)

this trend should upset you not just because it looks cheap, but because it suggests a strong anti-art and anti-labor movement in film and tv making. don’t forget costumers are unionized

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The Younger Kind masterlist (Rooster x Reader)

As a single dad trying to start dating again, Bradley feels like he's constantly running in circles. Hiring a twenty-four year old student to babysit should have made things easier, but no matter how hard he fights it, you're too irresistible to stay away from. roosterforme masterlist

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Lmfao I love him.

Leon is so akward with women that it's actually so funny, he's a flirt but not a natural one, he has the worst Seduction skills but he try hard. What he brings to the table? Just the worst dad jokes and an adorable akward Presence.

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the one place you want to be | jinwoo x fem!reader

italicized font = your native langauge

normal font = korean langauge

You wanted to cry, like for real.

Dying wasn't on your to-do list and neither was being hit by a truck and going through that lame ass anime trope of being transported to another world.

However, since you realized that you've been sent to Solo Leveling, you found yourself didn't quite mind that isekai trope, well, until you realized one fatal flaw....

You don't speak korean.

You always wanted to learn the language, but never found the time or money. So, of course, the one time you decide to be a lazy ass you get sent to another world where said language is being spoken.

You wanted to rip your hair out because you were so damn frustrated. Life truly wasn't fair-

Your internal panic and anguish was momentarily disrupted by a soft tap on your shoulder. Blearily, you managed to blink through your tears as you looked over.

Holy shit- Jinwoo?!

Looking at him, it was clear that he was tall and muscular. So, did the double dungeon happened already..., but how far was he in the story now?

Then you noticed that he was talking to you and you immediately panicked.

"Sorry, I don't speak Korean," you said your words slow like an idiot as if saying it slow was going to help the fact that you were speaking in another language, but you couldn't help it.

You didn't know what else to do, and it wasn't like you were teleported with your smartphone either.

Jinwoo seemed to smile at you as he brought out his phone and began to type something down before showing it to you. Looking down at it, you saw the dumb translator text that Google provides, but honestly, you were thankful.

You quickly read over the text while being both surprised and grateful that he was able to pick out your language so easily.

'So the system sent you as a prize this time?'

Huh?

You furrowed your brow and looked up at him, a slight tilt to your head. You, of course, read through Solo Leveling and even started watching the anime, so seeing the word System wasn't what surprised you, it was the fact that he was referring to you as some sort prize he got after completing his dailies.

You raised your hand and typed something in the little box, your words being translated to him easily.

'System? Prize? What do you mean?'

His eyes scanned your words before typing his reply, 'when i completed the dungeon the system gave me a choice. when i chose what i wanted, you appeared.'

You hesitantly took a step back, but he matched it by taking a step forward. He started to type again.

'You look like you know what I'm talking about.'

You nervously looked around, but despite his dangerously good looks, Jinwoo was still "technically" an e-rank, so it wasn't like all eyes were on him at the moment.

"I- i really don't know what you're talking about-," your eyes widened as you slapped a hand to your mouth. What the-?! You don't know how to speak korean!

Jinwoo smiled at that as he put his phone away, "looks like the system is helping me out again by gettinf rid of that language barrier. So tell me, where were you before the system brought you here?"

You couldn't tell if this was the start of a dream come true, or a nightmare.

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so much love for characters who are desperately unsure whether they’re a good person, a redeemable person, a person worth saving, but are absolutely certain that they’re a grade a hottie

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The batkids but they take advantage of the fact that they all look pretty similar and fuck with people at parties and galas.

Some snobby rich person: So Tim, I hear that you've taken over a large portion of WE

Tim, grinning internally: Im not Tim, I'm Damian. Tim is the tall one over there *points at dick*

Rich snob: o-oh.. my mistake

Gossiping older woman: Dick, I heard that you're working in Bludhaven now. Do you have a special someone over there?

Dick: I'm not Dick I'm Tim. I'm working on overseeing WE at the moment.

Older woman: *squints suspiciously*

Some trophy wife: Aww, little Damian, how's your schooling going? Are you keeping your grades up?

Damian, with a shit eating grin: I'm not Damian. I'm the ghost of Jason todd.

Trophy wife: *looks somewhere between horrified and disbelieving*

Jason, who's been listening to this over comms that he'd hacked: lmao now tell her that she needs to wake up

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I actually need some fanfic, where Bruce and Jason are in the middle of some argument, and a casual (and a well-practiced with Dick before) sentence leaves his mouth, something along the lines "How old do you think you are?!", meaning that he is acting childishly. And because Jason is irritated, and his tongue runs loose in his anger, he screams back that he is nineteen, and Bruce just freezes, because... Oh. Jason is nineteen. He is a fucking kid - his kid - that lost years of his teenhood, and was forced back without anyone giving him a space to catch up, with everyone else already treating him like an adult... When he isn't.

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Author note: This has been an awful week for so many reasons, so please enjoy this small moment where you can just relax and not thing about terrible things and build your strength for all the moments that are to come

Thinking about how Jason Todd has no free time.

Outside of the struggle of surviving and managing his crummy minimum wage job until he can steal another monster horde of black cash, he also spends most of his night fighting crime and stalking aforementioned mafia boss. These days he barely finds enough motivation to take a shower.

But the second you mention there’s a movie you want to see, he’s rearranging his schedule with the gusto of a billionaires personal assistant, moving his stalking session and trading his retail shift to give you that coveted 6 PM time slot.

He buys the tickets in advance, booking your seats so you get the middle of the movie theater, and getting all the snacks. He just wants to make sure you have a good night. You rarely ask for anything from him, and when you do ask him for something it’s always something ridiculously simple that he should be giving anyway, like a twenty dollar ticket to the new movie? Are you kidding right now—you should be asking for a custom mid-century modern house or a four carrot diamond ring, this is nothing in comparison.

And he’s sitting in the theatre, in the best seats in the house, in what should be one of the few rare good moments he has in his week, he’s sitting here in this plush seat with a $13 glass of Diet Pepsi at his elbow and a vein practically throbbing on his forehead.

“Jay,” you say, your soft hands—hands far too good for him—wrapped around his forearm. “It’s okay.”

And he feels like human garbage, because you’re so good, you deserve so much, and even this paltry moral he can give you is tainted.

“It’s not okay,” he whispers, and he’s about to spill all his shortcomings out when he feels his presence.

And sure enough when he looks over his shoulder, he’s right there, looking at the two of you. And if his presence wasn’t bad enough, the scoundrel has the nerve to point to the licorice in your hands.

“Can I have a piece?” Damian asks,

Jason’s vein gets twice as big. And when you agree, like the angel you are, passing him the whole package, he has to cover his eyes with his hand.

The truth is, if it was just Damian it would have been fine. A little annoying, but it could have been like some fucked up family outing, you, him, and the little brother you dote on like he’s your kid or something.

“You got twizzlers, you know we’re a red vines family Jason,” Stephanie chastises, and he’s spared a glance to see despite all her criticism wolfs down two pieces before handing the package to Cassandra, who hands it to Duke.

He’s the only one who has the decency to look sorry about this whole thing, and he shrugs apologetically taking a piece before handing it to Dick in the row in front of him.

“This was all your idea, wasn’t it?” He hisses, and Dick doesn’t deny it as he bites into the candy.

“Damian said you were going to the movies.” Like that’s all there is to it. The heathen doesn’t even seemed ashamed as he offers the package to Tim.

He’s got another scathing remark gracing his tongue when he feels your hand on his forearm again. Tugging his attention away from his degenerate brother to you. Just the sight of you is enough to soften him, and when you speak it’s like a balm to his irritation.

“It’s okay Jason, I think it’s sweet they wanted to see you so bad.”

He snorts, sweet is the furthest thing from what he would call whatever this is. He’s half sure they just did it to get a rise from him, but then you intertwine your fingers with his.

“It’s more fun when everyone’s here together.”

He doesn’t agree with that either. It would be much better if it was just you and him, your head on his shoulder and his breath held in his chest as he wills himself to focus on the movie instead of sneaking glances at you and taking in gulps of your sweet scent like it’s air.

But your happiness is his happiness, so if you say it’s more fun this way, it’s more fun this way.

“At least they had the sense to sit three seats away.” And he knows the second it come sour of his mouth he’s missing something, because since when did a shameless degenerate like Dick and a sleep deprived apathetic loser like Tim care enough to give the two of you any semblance of privacy. A missing puzzle piece that’s discovered as soon as he looks into the aisle to see Bruce, Alfred, and Barbara standing there with a bucket of popcorn and three packages of candy.

“Oh you’re both already here, we might have overdone it on the candy Alfred.”

Alfred sends a pitying glance to Jason, shaking his head, and sparing a sympathetic pat to his hand as he passes by and takes a seat next to Tim. Barbara offers her condolences with a nod, and Bruce doesn’t show an ounce of shame as he sits next to you, offering you a pack of twizzlers.

“I heard this was your idea, you have fantastic taste in movies.” And you accept the package and compliment with a smile.

He sighs, accepting the situation with resignation as you feed him a piece of licorice.

“He’s right though, you do have good taste in movies.”

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"came back wrong" you could not come back wrong even if you tried. you've changed, beyond recognition, but while my eyes may not know you, my heart still does. i love you.

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something genuinely insane about going somewhere and getting to feel “i had some of the worst years of my life here” and “i was loved here, once” simultaneously.

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Fun Story to Share.

I got my (now 18-year-old) daughter into Ao3 back in 2021. I taught her she should always comment - even if the fic looks old or abandoned or whatever. She did.

Well - she got this email this morning:

The fic was written in 2014 and essentially abandoned.

Bethy read and reviewed in 2021 (and was actually the only person who had commented at all).

Today in 2025 - the final chapter was posted by the author and this was her reply to Bethy’s comment.

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Never question whether a fic is too old to comment on.

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Dick, to the Titans: OK this is my little brother, everyone has to be so nice to him!

Jason, 6'4, built like a double fridge and holding a gun: Hey.

The Titans:

Years later.

Dick, to the Titans again: OK this is my even littler brother, everyone be super super nice to him!

Duke, 6'2, built like a linebacker and lit up like a glo stick: Yo.

The Titans:

Years after that.

Dick, again, to the Titans: OK this is my littlest baby brother, everyone has to be so sweet to him! He's a baby!

Damian, 18 and 6'0, made of pure muscle and holding a sword: Greetings.

The Titans: ...where are you finding these brothers.

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Love love love characters that present themselves as emotionally open social butterflies but the more you see of them the more obvious it is that they’re the most closed off fuckers in the story. Sure, they want to help you with your personal problems and messy emotions, but if you turn that shit back on them, they’ll shut down or deflect every time. Why are you sticking your nose in their business anyway? It’s not like it matters. They’re not a person, they’re just a role being played. They’re the guy who fixes things and saves people. Please ignore the man behind the mask, he’s fine. Everything’s fine.

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brooding men who cannot communicate their feelings if their life depended on it are only hot when they're fictional. if i have to deal with one in real life i will curse him and pray for his downfall every night before i go to bed

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I am a WHORE for “the love is requited, they’re both just idiots”