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tosahobi-if · 4 months

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hi!!! i'm so excited for this if you have no idea!!! can you tell us more about the great calamity?

hi! the great calamity is the term used for events that led to the destruction of lijiang (豊江), an ancient kingdom in the northeast. years of misfortune eventually led to civil war. when the dead rose from their graves and began to slaughter indiscriminately, the sects stepped in as they knew only demonic power could do such a thing.

tens of thousands of people died, the kingdom fell, and the sects were nearly wiped out by magyo cultists. after all, every dead body was a new soldier for the opposing side.

(ps; not to be confused with lijiang city (丽江), the characters are lǐ as in 豊 (bountiful) not 丽 (beautiful). this is a fictional kingdom 😆!)

#anon #world building #john mulaney voice #and i will pepper in hints

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oneinchfrog · 7 months

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hey watercolor experts im painting linc in watercolor but i only have cheap ass paint with really bad pigment 😭😭 HELP

HE LOOKS LIKE HIS COVER ART

#john mulaney voice A WHITE MAN?? NO #its gonna take a bunch of layers to build up color i hope this paper survives it 🙏#also creating for myself for the first time in weeks lets gooo

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lumiereandcogsworth · 11 months

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Adam’s Rings

i headcanon that adam is a bit of a ring collector. i think he likes wearing them to accent his outfits and also enjoys fidgeting with them <3 so i thought i’d make a post about the rings he’s always wearing!! just going from left pinky to right pinky.

1. B ring - left pinky finger. i think this came from maurice, a little gift possibly for their first wedding anniversary. he designed two rings, an A (for adam) ring for belle to wear, and a B (for belle) ring for adam to wear. i think they look something like these. belle’s is definitely that smaller one with an A, perfect example. adam’s i’m less certain. it’s either identical to belle’s or it’s one of those medium/smaller ones in the right image. either way, you get the idea.

2. wedding ring - left ring finger. unlike the rest of his rings, i think he would purposefully want his wedding band to both be simpler than the rest, and to match belle’s in design. these two are similar but i think that’s the general vibe. also yes, it wasn’t as common for men to wear wedding rings then, but adam wears all his rings for a reason, and his loyalty to his wife is the most important reason of all.

3. fidget ring - left thumb. while this isn’t one of those spinning rings for fidgeters like we have today, i do think he likes playing with all his rings. that being said, he wears a thick & textured band (such as below, he may have all of these and trade them out depending on his mood) on his thumb to twist and pull off and on so he can stim whenever he needs!

4. belle’s gift - right middle finger. this ring actually has origins in a fic of mine! check it out!! but the basic premise is that, when they were still courting, belle went to a week-long art market with maurice. when she returned, she had purchased this ring for adam as a gift, because she knew about his ring collection and he had mentioned he was excited to get back to wearing them, now that his fingers were far less like claws. it was the first gift belle ever gave him, and he absolutely treasures it!! i couldn’t find an exact match, but of the below examples, i think it’s the dark green of 1 & 3, rectangle shape of 3, and the band is like 2.

5. family crest - right pinky finger. another gift from maurice! this one was sort of one of maurice’s projects while adam and belle were away on their honeymoon (which i think was around two months — belle had a lot of places to see!!! they did royal things too though, but anyway). i don’t know what it actually looks like, i should try to design it sometime, but the story behind it is this: maurice had a family crest ring, HIS family crest. but when he had to leave paris behind, he sold most of their belongings so he wasn’t completely destitute while he searched for shelter. and this included the ring. he still knew the crest by memory, though. so when maurice gained a son-in-law, he decided to create a new crest. it includes elements of his own family crest (the larue’s), adam’s royal family crest (the house of beaumont), and some new parts that maurice added. even though maurice and belle were very much joining adam’s royal family — maurice wanted adam to feel just as equally welcomed into their little family, to be his son properly. so, upon returning, maurice gifted adam with a new family crest, one that could be theirs, passed down to adam’s son and his son thereafter. adam of course cherishes it dearly. (and he definitely cried a bit when maurice explained this whole story to him.)

Bonus! the other rings adam wears <3 so, those five are the ones he wears daily. the wedding ring is the only one he NEVER takes off, the others are just routinely added in the morning and removed in the evening. that being said! the man has more fingers! i don’t think he wears a ring on every finger though. in addition to these five, he probably just adds one on each pointer finger, at most. those ones look like these, and generally are there just to accent his outfit. (though he absolutely knows the history behind every one, whether it’s a family heirloom, a gift, or a personal auction purchase. and, even more than me, he’d be happy to infodump about them all.)

#YAY!!!#this has been building up in my mind for a WHILE #and it was time to share with the world <3 #*john mulaney voice* and i will pepper in the fact that adam is autistic #afjsjd anyway :’3 !!! ADAM’S RINGS !!!!#feel free to send asks with any further questions or anything :)))#thanks for coming to my tedtalk 🫶#adam #batb headcanons #batb 2017 #beauty and the beast (2017)#beauty and the beast 2017 #beauty and the beast

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blorbodiaz · 1 year

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caved and started notorious, i’m not expecting great things bc of the review scores but what i did nOT expect was for it to open straight with a sex scene and no explanation LMAO

#*john mulaney voice* build to that #angel watches the 911 casts filmography

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skarsjoy · 25 days

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Entertainment Weekly just named Documentary Now! as one of the 'The 25 best shows to watch on Netflix right now' (April 6, 2024) which lead me to this ranking on Consequence.net 'Every Episode of Documentary Now!, Ranked From Worst to Best' by Clint Worthington from November 9, 2022.

Alexander Skarsgård's 2 episodes 'Solider of Illusion' Parts I & II were ranked #5 by Clint:

It’s a Parody Of: Werner Herzog’s existential, surreal documentaries, most notably the Les Blank-directed Empire of Dreams, about the making of his historical epic Fitzcarraldo. It would have been easy for Documentary Now! and writer John Mulaney to do a straightforward pastiche of Empire of Dreams, make Bill Hader do a hokey Werner Herzog impression, and call it a day. But what makes “Soldier of Illusion” so brilliant is the ways it dodges those expectations while building its own comic infrastructure one gut-busting brick at a time. Alexander Skarsgård’s Rainer Wolz isn’t quite doing a Herzog voice, but he captures that intensity, the precision, the dogged desire to put himself and others at risk for the sake of art. But John Mulaney’s script throws in the most surprising of monkey wrenches: He’s not only documenting the lives of an impoverished tribe of people in Russia, he’s simultaneously producing the pilot for a CBS sitcom called Bachelor Nanny. And of course, he directs a hokey three-camera farce with the same intensity as he would any of his hard-hitting meditations on life, right down to calling up his unstable ringer (August Diehl’s Dieter Diemler, nailing the volatility of Klaus Kinski). A masterclass in elevating the inside-baseball film nerd nature of the premise into something universally hilarious.

My edit of images of Alexander Skarsgård as Rainier/Rainer Wolz. Most are my screen caps, costume designer Claire Finlay Thompson still photographer Will Robson-Scott, and his IMDb page. It was inspired by the edit on Consequence.net.

#alexander skarsgard #alexander skarsgård #Documentary Now!#Rainier Wolz

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methylphenidatedreams · 2 months

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Okay Jesus. so also in my dream last night Red Robin, Robin, and Red Hood found this giant abandoned house. Building more like because it was so big. Anyways, Tim and Damian find the kitchen and immediately decide to start making cookies. Or maybe playing? I think they might have been playing because they were just dumping something that might have been sand over a muffin tin and had added those little decorative daisies that go on dresses that you can get at the craft store.

Anyways, they got along so much better during this they decided that from now on they were just gonna sit in silence together parallel playing. They also decided this was a do-over for their relationship and so they weren’t allowed to refer to each other by name because they hadn’t introduced themselves yet. The next morning they were sitting at breakfast so close they were basically sharing a chair and they asked Bruce if they can have a sleepover and Bruce and Dick thought they were being fucking weird. Also they were in the Wfa style whereas Tim and Damian looked like they were came out of a super old comic book from when Batman first cam out in the 40s. Like with the greased back hair and the skin that wasn’t colored in. I’ll try to find a picture of what I’m talking about. Also Damian was wearing one of those shirts with the thin horizontal yellow stripes that they wore in like the 60s.

Meanwhile Jason (also in Wfa style) was at the abandoned house turning one of the rooms into a rage room (those places where you go to break shit) for Cass. A lot of it was scrap metal because apparently Cass had super strength and could punch metal so hard it bends. While Jason was looking around for stuff to use he found a bunch picture of him and his family. He found one that he thought was cute of himself that he pocketed along with a crowbar. Jason did not find it weird that their were photographs of them. In fairness it was a good picture of him. He was doing that one pose where the person is sitting on the floor, legs wrapped around their knees, looking up at the photographer. He had big brown eyes in it.

In conclusion: the batkids found a (probably) haunted house and Damian and Tim (probably) got possessed by the spirits of two anti social children, Cass has super strength, and Jason doesn’t question being stocked and also likes to steal random crowbars.

Oh yeah, there was also a voice over happening of a John Mulaney show where he was talking about his polyamorous relationship and how at one point he tried to make cookies for his girlfriends but didn’t believe that salt went into cookies. I think it was implied that the abandoned house had belonged to him and his polycule. Anyways.

#jason todd #damian wayne #tim drake #cassandra cain

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watchtowerindistress · 1 year

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we are not our demons (17/25) - bruce wayne x batmom

Author’s note: What can I say? Damian is veeeerrry competitive.

Let's see if you can detect the John Mulaney reference. It was pretty subtle, or not.

Writing that Bruce scene was harder than I anticipated - that dialogue and even setting up that scene. I think the theme of grief was hard to grasp because I wanted to do it justice and not like a half-hearted attempt. Damn it, that's what happens when you're watching Aaron Sorkin films and want to stay realistic. [Read more at the end.]

Beta-read by Heidi.

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You hate to feel like you’re being controlled, oh

Sorry if I squeeze too tight, I really hope you know

The reason I’m so scared to let you go, ooh, is

I’m gonna need something to hold on to

- Something To Hold on To by Emily Warren -

Nope, not in the Batcave.

Ellie shook her head when she encountered only Alfred’s back and a variety of work tools lined up in front of him when he tended to his duties as butler/caretaker/technician extraordinaire. He meant business, judging by the dark-gray work apron he was wearing.

She turned away and walked back to the elevator which would be leading her up to the ground level. There was no real urgency to find Bruce. Ellie was mostly curious about his whereabouts when her contemplative thoughts were enclosed with the non-existing sound from the elevator.

Enthusiastic murmurs extended to her ears as soon as the intended floor was revealed to her. The commotion grew more distinct the closer Ellie tread to the living room.

“I’m gonna kill you, Grayson!”

“Yeah, right. You’re still behind. I’d like to see you try.”

Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the gaming console switched on, with the colorful and familiar racing environment of Mario Kart 8 running on the flat screen.

Ellie’s eyebrows rose at the moment she was witnessing. Dick and Damian sat on the couch—both furiously pushing the buttons on their control pads—while Tim couldn’t be bothered with their theatrics. He was reading a gray-hued book in the armchair which was located crookedly on the right side of the couch.

Ellie crossed her arms, focusing on Damian’s character throwing a banana peel behind him and hitting Dick off the meadow track.

“Ugh, stop with your … frigging bananas, Damian!”

Damian’s eyes were gleaming with madness. “Never! Just choke on them and despair,” he cackled.

“Having fun, guys?”

Dick’s eyes stared right ahead when he answered, “Eh, Damian’s a cheat. Does that answer your question?”

His youngest brother rolled his eyes, snorting. “You knew what you were in for, Grayson. Why don’t you just lie down and let me drive over your corpse, huh?”

Ellie’s eyes widened at Damian’s idea of trash talk. “Oh my.”

“Oh really? See those cows on the track? You know what I’m gonna do? I’m going to buy a cow, place it in the Batcave and let it grow into a stunning creature. Then when you love it, and you can’t imagine your life without her, I’m going to make her an honorary member of this family, train her as a vigilante and let her take your place as Robin. How about that?”

With her lips pursing in utter bafflement, Ellie’s eyes met Tim who glanced up from his book. He voiced her thoughts. “They’ve been at it for hours.”

“Sounds like a stimulating conversation then,” Ellie mumbled softly.

Or more like an absurd form of trash talking.

“Do you know where Bruce is, by any chance?”

Dick paused the game as hesitation crossed over his face when he sent Damian a long glance. “Uh, why do you ask?”

Ellie’s eyes barely hid her mounting suspicion, especially after noticing Tim listened attentively. The same could be said for Damian tilting his head, although he didn’t give much away, other than the tension building in his shoulders.

Something was definitely in the air, Ellie contemplated, and put her hands on her waist. It looked like she was forced to play baseball. Or hardball. Whatever fitted the context.

Ellie banished that thought away as soon as it came before she turned back to the heart of the matter. “I asked first.”

Dick sputtered, “What can I say? Maybe Bruce is painting the town red. Not literally, of course. I mean, those days are behind him, to some extent. And it’s 10 in the morning—”

Ellie raised her eyebrows admonishingly. “Richard John Grayson—”

“Yes, ma’am?” Dick asked out of reflex and with reverence laced in his voice.

Damian’s game pad was clinging loosely in his left hand while the palm of his other hand shielded his face in utter embarrassment for being associated with his stepbrother in the first place.

“Anyone here willing to spill the beans?” Blinking slowly, Ellie waited patiently for one of them to crack.

Dick’s uncertain eyes roamed around when he spoke up, “Our dad’s … not here?”

Ellie hummed quietly and licked her lips. “I figured. Are you keeping secrets from me?”

“No?”

Damian wasn’t known for taking pity. One of the reasons why it astonished her so much when he replied, “Father is near the burnt-down premises of the old manor.”

“Uh huh,” she phrased it as a question, not yet getting the reason behind this strange secrecy of Bruce’s disappearance and his children backing him up.

Damian resumed, “He’s at the family mausoleum.”

Dick’s head whipped around in utter bafflement, a movement which prompted the younger boy to shrug his shoulders. “What? Father could never kill me. We’re family after all.” Damian was on the receiving end of expecting eyes shifting towards him. “You know what I mean, my blood lineage is flawless. I shouldn’t have to remind you.”

Ellie was still processing that tiny nugget of insight Damian just offered before Dick replied in return, “Sometimes you make it so hard to even like you, Damian.”

He shrugged, like he couldn’t care less about being favored in the emotional sense. An adorable frown twisted on his forehead. “Only sometimes?” he muttered under his breath.

Tim filled in the gaps. “It’s the anniversary of Bruce’s parents’ death.”

Exhaling loudly between her lips, she closed her eyes while throwing her head back. “Thomas and Martha Wayne.” Ellie’s eyes focused on nothing at all when she muttered, “Why didn’t Bruce think to tell me?”

Dick supported his arm on the back end of the couch and leaned towards her. “Usually, he wants to be alone. Don’t take it personally, alright?”

Profound anguish bubbled up inside her at the thought of Bruce having to go through that alone.

He pursed his lips and seemed to have discovered something in her sorrowful eyes, judging by his next words. “But … Bruce could use some company for this day. Who knows, maybe he’s going to appreciate you being there for him?”

Bruce’s insistence on not telling her in the first place came to mind, yet what she said was, “If you say so.” Her open palm hovered between them in an invitation. “Lead the way then.”

Dick walked backwards, keeping the manor in his sights and sustaining a mixed expression of reluctance and wit on his face. His hands were leisurely hidden in the pockets of his jeans. “I don’t know how to feel about leaving Tim with Damian.”

“Afraid he’s going to incite him to chaos and mayhem?” Ellie threw Dick an incredulous glance, willing to have some faith in Damian not to corrupt young Tim.

Dick sighed deeply, like that thought had secretly entered his mind. “More like Damian could corrupt him into experimenting on some pedophiles in that Bat-Lair.”

Ellie pursed her lips in real contemplation. “I’d actually like to see tha—” Dick’s raised eyebrow and brightening eyes made her instantly backtrack. “I mean, horrible. Absolutely bad idea.” She adamantly shook her head, letting wavy hair spin around her.

Dick’s snorting was complemented with a tilt of his lip corner. “Yeah, right. No wonder you two get along so well.”

Ellie shrugged, feeling the corner of her mouth twist into a shrewd and crooked gesture. “Something like that.” Brown eyes furtively roamed over the side of Dick’s face. Not knowing if Ellie should even mention what was going through her head, she still felt trepidation slowly rushing through her once her mouth opened. “I’m sorry about Babs.”

Dick’s head promptly turned at the mention of her name. His eyes barely focused on her, they just fixated on a spot near the ground while he hid his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “Yeah, me too.” A strained smile lingered on his lips as his head turned straight ahead, content not to look at her when he said it.

“You’re taking it pretty well. You barely seem fazed.” Ellie’s voice sounded almost hesitant; she was trying to at least get someone in this family to talk about their feelings.

Dick’s shoulders haphazardly rose and revealed some sort of indifference to how he was perceived. “Looks can be deceiving,” Dick said, with a casual air. They were walking for some time when out of nowhere, his body stepped in front of her. “What I don’t get is why she didn’t tell me.”

His outburst stunned her into unnerved silence. Dick’s blue-eyed stare was glowing fervently when waves of frustration rolled off of him. A crow cawing in the distance slightly added humor to the tense awkwardness she found herself in.

“Uh, probably too awkward for her. I think she used the word ‘complicated’.”

Dick snorted loudly and rolled his eyes. “So what? Why not add a dose of more complicated? Jesus, dude.” And with that, he shook his head and tread forward.

At the mention of Dick’s love-afflicted misery, Ellie smiled fondly at him. Feeling like they were kindred spirits in need of guidance in all questions of love. “We’re kind of a mess, aren’t we?” Her elbow playfully nudged his side—this tall child be damned.

Dick’s warm breath ghosted over her scalp when he hardly needed to lean down to reach her. Ellie felt touched at the sensation of his arm interlacing with hers, like she was his Victorian companion. Their bleak environment of the high grass and the trees, which had lost their leaves halfway, surrounded their path, like they were truly just taking a walk in the countryside. Ellie was filled with gratitude as she leaned against his side.

“Oh please, your Bruce-related issues don’t even count as issues. Not by a long shot.”

She was begging to differ, since their initial issues had been spurred by their emotional mentality. In the end, she believed that all she needed was time to move past her obstacles of trust. Ellie craned her head back to gaze up at him. “Ditto. Try not to be too hard on yourself, Dick.”

He sighed deeply. “Easy for you to say. I messed it up with her years ago.”

A lop-sided smirk formed on her lips. “You know what they say, acceptance is one phase on the way to recovery.”

Ellie would associate the soft emotion in his eyes when they wandered into the distance with homesickness. “Maybe. One day.”

His pace slowed once the illustrious mausoleum appeared in the distance—a grim construction under the gray-blue skies and sitting next to the marble statues of weeping angels. The ‘Wayne’ name was inscribed underneath the roof, a scripture that seemed almost illegible with the moss growing on the rooftop and extending further.

Ellie exhaled, barely noticing how her fingers clenched on the cuff of Dick’s dark blue—almost black—wool overcoat to ward off the autumn breeze that rustled the trees and swept through her hair.

After coughing nervously, she brushed the strands away which had gone astray on her forehead. Ellie felt the raven-haired man’s concerned gaze on her face, kindling the side of her face.

“You okay?” Dick whispered with a barely audible voice.

Ellie’s wordless nod was coupled with her hand caressing his shoulder. “Thanks for showing me.”

His hands curled into the pockets of his jacket, already moving back. Dick’s thumb pointed in the direction of the path they just wandered on. “You know where to find me.”

Ellie tilted her head, sending Dick a teasing look. “At home? Ensuring that the boys haven’t flooded the place by now?”

His eyes widened at the mere idea before they narrowed again. “Please don’t make jokes about that. Ever.”

Taking pity on the guy, Ellie pressed her lips together to quench her budding smile. “Noted.” With a wave goodbye, she turned around and only heard Dick’s receding steps as he left her to her own quest.

It wasn’t really nervous energy rushing through her, with her stomach tensing or anything like that. To be honest, it felt like anticipation. Bruce seemed to do that every year—mourning his parents on his own, feeling content with it even. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t need someone to lessen the burden of grief.

Without knocking or notifying him of her presence, she twisted the handle and pushed against the heavy hardwood door. The squeaky noise echoing through the vast space made Ellie wince.

Especially when she heard Bruce’s haggard voice before she even saw him. “Not now, Dick, please. I’d rather be alone today.”

Ellie’s head careened around the corner, finally seeing him for the first time. Bruce was lingering in the shadows and stood between two graves. Bouquets of wildflowers adorned the inside of the jars by the engraved stones.

Dismay rose in her at the fact that she wasn’t wearing her glasses to decipher the inscription. She felt her eyebrows furrow when Bruce’s bowed head shielded his expression from her.

“Mind some company?”

Bruce whipped his head around at hearing Ellie’s cautious voice. His wide eyes only emphasized the shock he was experiencing from seeing her at his parents’ resting place.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be alone right now,” Ellie admitted in a whisper.

Bruce furrowed his eyebrows in deep contemplation as his body faced her head-on. “Who told—?” A frustrated sigh left him before he threw his head back with a low groan. “Ugh, Dick.” His hand brushed over the side of his face and exhaled loudly once he realized the person responsible who had babbled his secret.

Ellie closed the door behind her with finality, shrouding the crypt in dreary surroundings, except for the natural daylight streaming through the small arching windows. Ellie’s steps were guarded when she advanced into the sacred crypt. “I thought misery loved company?” She phrased as a question, hoping that her attempt at humor wasn’t that out of place. If anything, her sarcastic nature only intensified in situations where she didn’t know what else to say.

Bruce’s rigid shoulders tensed even further with his next inhaling breath. “I wouldn’t know. Maybe you should ask Kent.”

A confused frown scurried over her forehead. “Are we still talking about happy-go-lucky Clark Kent?” Her feet nudged forward until she was standing on Bruce’s right side, studying him with rapt eyes.

His hands hid in the pockets of his wool coat and his shoulders shrugged morosely. “You should see him when he’s not … celebrating Independence Day.”

Ellie’s befuddlement over the pause was pushed to the edge of her mind. “Okay.”

Her eyes met the inscription on the graves of Martha and Thomas Wayne—the year of 1981 marked as their death caught her eye.

Of course, anyone who grew up in Gotham and called it their home, knew of the infamous day when the golden couple was brutally murdered in Park Row—now dubbed Crime Alley. An event that only amplified the already prevalent criminality rate and extinguished any remnant of hope with their murder.

Her eyes met Bruce’s empty expression and hanging head. “You do this every year? Mourn the death of your parents all alone and without the presence of the others?”

Licking his lips, Bruce replied, “After a while I got used to the solitude I inflicted upon myself. Besides, I’m not the kind to ask for company.”

Ellie gnawed on her lower lip once she heard his confirmation. “If you want me to leave, you can tell me, you know?”

Bruce’s expression of incredulity made her heart swell. At least his loyalty, the need for her comradeship towards her always remained.

“We don’t even have to talk. I just want you to know that I’m here for you. I mean, I thought it’d be nice to talk about your parents. What were they like?”

Bruce’s long silence gave off the impression that he was going to keep quiet before he whispered with an almost unintelligible voice, “I barely remember their faces. It’s been over 30 years and my memory of them is getting hazier little by little.”

Ellie was listening intently while Bruce spoke wistfully, not wanting to interrupt him when he was so deeply engrossed.

“I recall my mother’s hair tumbling over her shoulders. The color of her eyes.” His jaw clenched at the mention when he reluctantly paused. “Martha Wayne was an elegant woman. Had a kind heart for being a socialite. My father was the polar opposite.”

His humored words brought a soft smile on both of their faces. “Rough around the edges.”

“How surprising for a Wayne,” Ellie retorted and tilted her head playfully until the waves of her hair fell like a cascade over her left shoulder.

The corner of his mouth tipped slightly. “He adored her. Loved her relentlessly.” His eyes softened as nostalgia settled over his features. His soft expression focusing on her stunned her into silence. Just imagining their love sounded like a dream.

“They were perfect.”

The fond memories Bruce had of his family reinforced the sentimental feelings Ellie felt rising in her. Being labeled as orphans never felt clearer than now. No wonder they seemed like kindred spirits.

In retrospect, she didn’t know if she would call the marriage of her parents a perfect union. If anything, she could only recall their screaming fests behind closed doors.

The total opposite of her Aunt Mallory and Uncle Nolan which was an appreciative relief to not having to walk on eggshells in the safety of their family. In the end, they were more her family than she could have ever hoped for, and she wanted Bruce to remember the worthwhile moments he shared with his parents.

Ellie turned her body until her eyes gazed up at his scruff. “Hold onto that memory. You may think your memory of them is waning, but it’s the little things that are important. The Wayne legacy won’t die with them. Remember,” her fingers carefully sneaked on the inside of the palm of his hand before they interlaced with his. His skin felt callused against hers, a sensation which awakened her senses.

Bruce’s eyes didn’t even glance down between them, instead they kept on dwelling on her with that piercing yet molten stare. One of his soul-searching abilities Ellie should have gotten used to by now.

“You’ve got a whole litter of Bat-kids at home. Without question, they’d stand behind you, no matter what.”

Despite the dreary mood, Ellie lips curled from witnessing Bruce’s wince at the mere mention of so-called Bat-kids.

He tolerated her playful acknowledgment, but chose to tighten his hold on her, exhaling deeply. His warm breath blew over her scalp and ruffled her fine hair. Content to merely bask in their shared silence.

A/N: Yay, first mention of Bat-Cow. I don't even even know if I'm going to include her, I just wanted to bring some easter egg/nostalgia. As I researched, I realized that Damian became a vegetarian the moment he met Bat-Cow, unlike my series, but I appreciate how he secretly adored animals and that's why he chose that eating lifestyle.

Dick's idea of trash talk was kinda inspired by Jane Lynch in Glee who didn't want to stoop to a cat-killing joke. Well, same here. I don't want to hurt Bat-Cow.

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#steph writes #watchtowerindistress #we are not our demons #batfleck #batfleck x oc #bruce wayne x oc #bruce wayne fic #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne imagines #batman x oc #bruce wayne #bruce wayne fanfiction #batman imagines #batman imagine #damian wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #bruce wayne x batmom

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finnitesimal · 2 years

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bdubs looks like he's judgementally looking at you over his glasses like those librarians in movies

"Everyone clap" if u don't cheer and clap for the specialist fucking boy right now or I explode this fuckitm meeting room or how that bit goes.

Hotguy glasses are a passive act of resistance. As is aiming for the king's head

"also I take screenshots of my abs if anybody wants that we're also doing calendars" thoughts on this one first off imagine walking into a shop and finding books for sale and they're of the shopowner's superhero oc cosplay in an artfully torn shirt. It's sold nine copies so far

secondly who is we. you and who king. Who is snapping these shots. does cub have the raw footage somewhere

"bdubs I know you love calendars. Anyway carry on" legally can't say anything about that on main something about pinup calendars traditionally being hung from the wall across a bed. Anyway when I said. Lol beds and now clocks scar's shops have had a target market lmao! I didn't really think um. Yeah

Promoting your shops during a meeting is an active form of resistance

CLEO CUT THE SCITTIES AD OUT NOOO

I think it's a very funny visual that they're asking ren where the diamonds are. You're looking through them. They're on your face

How did he lose all the diamonds. Well if you're a man of keen observation like me you may notice that the table you're all sitting at is a 120 inch flatscreen tv

"thats one point for cub" I didn't know we were fucking. Grading this

Iskall 85th of his name. Cubfan 135th of his name Smajor the 1995th of

"none of you were at this party right" somehow this is exactly the plot of the john mulaney sketch. And I said no you know like a liar

Joe I deeply appreciate you cutting out the bit where Ren talks about the violation of his private area

Burning the flag can't wait to make a side by side of that. I'm very glad Doc decided to bomb every block of his independent state to bedrock before it got tragically paralleled to. Yea. Can't wait for the next arc where the king threatens to build obsidian walls around th sorry

"one point for me bdubs!" What does that mean. Why are u addressing this to him. What is the competition here

"Minus one point for iskall" iskall I'm so sorry you finally log back on and the disrespect u get

"I've saved the worst for last. The brussels sprouts of the news, if you will." "ooo I like brussels sprouts"

The king's court trying very hard to not laugh in his face looking at his statue

"look at what they did to my statue!" Stop the video. Look up "look what youve done to my peonies!" Exact tone and intonation

I'm sensing some very quick passport renewals to move to the perimeter

"I'm hunting impulse Right Now" juxtapositioned with him wearing his head in the crastle halls

bdoubleo100 right hand of the king being told "you loudmouth, go sit in the corner," actually goes and does it. Is it just anyone with a marginally firm tone of voice that does it for you. Sorry didn't mean for that to come off so slutshamey but I am in fact doing that

"he said they were one-to-one" "based on his words?" I mean. As opposed to diamonds? The currency also based on an agreement that they have value in a commercial market? I do wonder what theyre gonna do with the diamonds now.

Hmmmmmmmmmm moss cloak emeralds. Alright hold on

Y'all voted him into this. technically bdubs put the crown on there but. Not his fault you guys took one look at bdubs' big wet sparkling eyes and said Aye

joe moving out of the way to quietly look at the painting when You Speak When Spoken To and Shut Up echoes past the barrier of the group call I guess

Gotta say the blatant favoritism for cub is kinda funny

He's paying them in the royal emeralds oh I see

"NEXT, MY LOVE!" "Hello, my love!" He's collected this court like the hermit tcg cards. How does he keep getting away with this.

Something about bdubs and the king and executioner scar and impulse's head being hung from the throne. Something there

#condensed thoughts from joe cleo and cub's eps #hermitcraft spoilers

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dunno why you exactly decided to stop saying john mulaney was timms voice claim (even if you do think they share the same voice. that happens sometimes) but regarding recent events... yeah its probably for the best. also sorry for the lack of asks. jaw pains got me feeling less sociable than before - amii

Oh my god- i hope it's not anything serious 😰

And uh, Yeeeaah... I was really, really dissappointed. Haven't listened to his stuff since then.

But, i was also very shocked that it was the exact same situation as the you-know-what. It's almost funny how unbelievably similar things played out for him. Almost funny.

I'm not saying i'm laughing, of course. But i did get the realization that this might be the necessary sign for me to build a new image of Timm in my headcanons! Sooo..

That's why, from now, I imagine Timm's voice to be Jonah Scott! Which funnily enough,is also my voice claim for Nathaniel :3

#amii anon #amiizing #fuck john mulaney #i don't respect him anymore #and that lady Olivia dunn too #i didnt even know her but i hate then both

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filminvasion · 2 years

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Chip N’ Dale’s Rescue Rangers Movie Review

Here’s a movie where live action actors go to school with traditional and 3-D animated characters. Animated cars can talk, you can meet your favorite toon star in person, and where in a big bustling human city there are also smaller apartment buildings to house chipmunks.

“Chip N’ Dale: Rescue Rangers” is one of quite a few “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” imitators and in a way it works for younger viewers who aren’t quite ready for “Roger Rabbit’s” boldness just yet. And parents get something too; an unexpectedly smart showbiz satire looking at remakes, reboots, IP mashups, and other painfully “hip” updates Hollywood has tried to use in order to cash in on once beloved characters.

The film comes from the Lonely Island comedy trio, of which Andy Samberg is its poster boy. He also voices Dale, who along with John Mulaney’s Chip meet in grade school and become fast friends, moving to California to become a TV crime fighting group before Dale gets tired of being second fiddle and decides to start a failed solo career.

There are very funny touches here. A convention room featuring old, obsolete cartoons has some good gags, especially hilarious is an old version of a recently popular franchise character, and a joke about getting CGI upgrades was always there- this was just clever enough to make it. For reference, Dale got the upgrade while Chip remains traditionally animated.

Chip N’ Dale’s mouse friend Monterey Jack (Eric Bana) has also fallen on hard times- now so hooked on the cheese that it’s become a full fledged addiction. When he goes missing, a supposed victim of bootlegging, and the detective assigned to the case (J.K. Simmons, voicing a grouchy Gumby knockoff) has no clues, Chip and Dale decide to put their differences aside and team up with a human police officer (Kiki Layne) in order to find him.

What follows is a series of episodic vignettes- funny in the way they portray nefarious underworlds buried beneath a sea of joyous animation, or poke fun at animation styles that just never worked (motion capture takes some lumps here). Peter Pan (Will Arnett) as a grungy bootlegger is also kind of amusing.

For the kids the movie offers chases and close calls and the characters of Chip and Dale have an enjoyable friendship that works well enough. For parents, it might be a little sad to see characters they grew up with on Disney Afternoon reduced to reality show detectives but it fits the bill for nostalgia and movie callbacks and jokes at the expense of updating recent IP’s (making old cartoons hipper by rapping for example) should lead to a lot of enjoyment and laughs.

As a watcher of the old show there is a nagging feeling that more could have been done to honor that: a better villain and mystery and more time for Rescue Rangers Gadget and Zipper could have helped. Once the gags and the seamless world-blending start to wan, the story isn’t much to hold attention. Thankfully the film is also short, and mostly a very good time.

#chip n dale rescue rangers #andy samberg #john mulaney #Disney #movie review #Movie Reviews #Film Review #film #animation

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margaritaville · 3 months

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kept seeing this teacher out of the corner of my eye that worked at my school and lives in my building and of course romanticized him because we frequent the same two places but then i saw him head on one day and literally thought to myself in john mulaney voice Aww he’s ugly

#put that to bed

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