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cult-of-the-eye · 1 month
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oh btw jonathan sims secretly desperately believed in the loch ness monster as a kid and was DEVASTATED when that team of scientists debunked it
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kerstrel · 1 year
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mini headcanon:
Bruce is STEM-minded. Dick does well enough in school to get by and prefers STEM, much like Bruce.
Then Jason.
Jason loves books. He loves history. Jason is as humanities-oriented as you can get in a kid. Even after he dies, his love of literature doesn't. When Dick needs to relax, he's in the gym flipping and jumping. Jason's in the garden reading.
Jason had been with Bruce for several years after adoption when he had his first public breakdown. He was at the dining table, staring at a big red F on his math exam. And he cried.
Bruce knew Jason had an inferiority complex, but to see it laid out so openly was heart-wrenching.
Tearfully, a sad Jason held up the paper and whispered, "I did my best. Dick said this class was easy. How come when you're good at English, it's only okay? How come you need to be good at math to be smart?"
And Bruce couldn't bring himself to answer.
He wanted to help Jason with math, but he was busy and Dick was busy, so Jason grit his teeth and figured it out on his own. (He barely got a C in the class.)
Later, after the resurrection, Jason is hanging around the manor when Tim rushes inside. His lip is quivering and an essay marked with a bright 63% is clutched in his hand. Instead of lording it over Tim that this one thing came easy to him, Jason sits next to him.
Jason accepts he's the English person in a room full of math geniuses. He talks Tim through the essay because he needed someone to talk him through his own school struggles.
Jason makes the decision to help his brother and Tim manages an A in the class.
And Jason is happy for him. Jason is happy for Tim in his successes and failures. He's there when Tim wins a math award, and there when Tim needs help with an essay.
Jason figured he'd be there since no one was there for him.
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bigfootsmom · 11 days
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I need tommy to do his scrunchy lil smile at buck
i think buck also needs tommy to do his little scrunchy smile at him. i think it would fix something inside him.
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dawningfairytale · 1 year
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all i want is a chaotic bisexual character who is, in fact, bitchless
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drberfarious · 5 months
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when you're an emotionless teenager who's never experienced love but you know exactly how to describe a relationship in terms of percabeth
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envyq00 · 1 year
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Holy SHIT I am down bad for your narrator design too
Hehehhehe
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No but it's so funny cuz like he's definitely the kind to make the fact that people find him attractive boost his ego.
Like, of course, people find him attractive. He's deserved that attention for years, especially bc of how good he is at storytelling, obviously!
But when he's confronted with actual genuine love and affection for who he is and not what he creates or what he looks like, he doesn't know how to compute that. Bc praise and approval =/= love.
It's kinda sad but his idea of love is very transactional. Again, being the concept of divorce, I like to think that his idea of love is that it's always fleeting or some kind of far off ideal that he might never actually experience. That it's just some collective fantasy of humans.
But he still writes about it through Stanley and his wife. Albeit in a very generic and almost stereotypical way, giving me the impression that it's just what he thinks love is based on how other people tend to write romance.
I'm probably going overboard about this one-off joke about him being the concept of divorce but it legit fed a lot about what I think about his character XDD. And this is my blog goddammit. Imma ramble about what I want to. Especially my disaster Brit.
Don't even get me started on how I think this connects to his whole obsession with nostalgia
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yourlocalaspec · 2 years
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“just friends”
“friendzoned”
“more than friends”
what the fuck man
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bitrashteddy · 2 years
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Peter: I just panic cleaned because I thought I broke my water somehow
Peter: turns out it was a pipe somewhere in the city
Peter: on the upside- I can see my floor again, but I now need to get all the dirty dishes and clothes from where I hid them in case my landlord would come over
Tony: And I thought I was a disaster student
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Mike wheeler is a flappy hands autistic
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alperson18 · 2 years
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Absolutely obsessed with the "exhausted shop owner" take on Saltbaker
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mar-the-magician · 2 years
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Colors
I am officially in love with Avior and I will not shut up about it. Have a ficlet where absolutely no projecting has been done.
Colors
Avior/Starlight
Avior approached them hesitantly, trying, it seemed, to keep a respectful distance.
"You… you called for me?" Starlight sighed.
"Yes. Yeah, I did. I… I'm still not ready to talk about… everything, I just wanted to ask you a question."
"Of course, what is it?" Starlight ran their fingers through their hair.
"You, uh. You said that you had made stuff out of magic in here before, didn’t you?"
"Yes, I did… I mean, the meridian tries to pull it apart pretty quickly, but I can still make things…" Starlight fidgeted with their fingers, fiddling with their knuckles and picking at their fingernails. Avior wanted nothing more in that moment than to take their hands, like he used to all the time, to calm these very nervous tics. He shoved his hands into his sleeves. 
"It’s okay if the answer to this is no, but… could you make me some— some paints? And paintbrushes?" Avior cocked his head.
"I mean, yes, of course but… if you don’t mind my asking— why?" Starlight shook their head.
"I don’t mind. I have… a lot, on my mind right now, as you clearly know. And… something sensory, like painting, can sometimes help calm me. Ground me." That gave a half-hearted smirk, glancing around at the predominantly black obsidian walls around them.
"Plus, it's not like this place couldn’t use more colors." Avior nodded.
"I… yeah. I can do that. I’d love to do that for you." He held out his hands and focused, pulling the magic up from inside himself like drawing water from a well. Three tubes of paint fell from his hands. Magenta, cyan, and yellow. Next came a thick brush, a medium brush, a small brush, and an assortment of hairline-thin ones in case they wanted to do detail work. For good measure, he added two more tubes of paint— black and white. They grabbed them.
"Thanks." They turned their back on him and squirted paint onto their non-dominant hand, taking the thick brush and dipping it into the puddle on their hand.
"I can get you a palette too, I mean—“ Starlight cut him off.
"No thanks. It’s… it’s nicer like this. I like feeling it on my skin." 
"Okay." He didn’t want to walk away. He did. As he got further away, he heard them quietly humming. Their voice was so beautiful. They were singing a song about colors. 
A couple hours later, when the humming had long stopped and he was sure they were in a a different part of their own little hell, he went to where they had been painting. It was… chaos. Lines all over the place. Very few actual forms, though he was almost sure he saw something that looked like him through a swath a turquoise and red in one corner. There were no spaces left in between. Every inch of the wall they had chosen filled with lines, shapes, and colors. Colors everywhere. Words, too. Lyrics. Some sort of pseudo-calligraphy. Cursive. Doodled lists of things they liked. Avior stared. His Starlight had put themselves out on a wall for him to see, using paints he had given them. He sat down cross-legged, memorizing every line. Every color. Every word and feeling they had vented in their creation. He wished he could have an image of this to keep. If they ever got out of here, if his old steward ever asked him how he had fallen in love with a human, all he'd have to do is show them this.
I didn't know how to spell the stewards name soooo… ye I hope y'all enjoyed!
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kiseiakhun · 2 months
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I'm putting Kyle's pussy outside and dunking water on it and leaving it out there shivering in the cold meowing plaintively with its hair sticking out like spikes, slowly forming icicles as it curls up in the smallest ball it can and shakes like one of those noodly corporate mascot blow up sculptures
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antstarion · 2 years
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marc is scared of the dentist and steven has to front and force them to go
alternatively they're both scared of the dentist and jake has to force them to go
alternatively, alternatively they're all scared of the dentist but jake still has to force them to go
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milkibana · 9 months
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but if you wanted to know Alyx is Burger's favorite (pretty privilege)
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dramaticdads · 2 years
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Sparrow is so aroace actually
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average-joseph · 1 year
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Todd gets so stressed out during finals that he walks into a park and faceplants in the mud. Frequently.
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