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pokeberry5 · 10 months

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tim has to figure out what to do with hair once he stops gelling it

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[transcript of captions below]:

main image, left to right, top to bottom:

yellow: research duty because he injured his arm

green: Dick didn't believe him, but Tim was right

red: watching Dick flirt with Babs

blue: finally had the time

pink: put it together as he was about to fall asleep

purple: long patrol

dick and tim:

above tim: didn't have time to style his hair

below dick: ran his fingers through it and that's it

#sart #tim drake #dick grayson #dc #shoutout to my friend who styled her bangs every morning #could not be me #tbh i dont even know how to use a straightener #been trying to draw on grey canvases coz apparently its better for my eyes

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qrjung · 3 months

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Y'know what would have really made dbh the sci-fi game it was trying hard to be? If they'd actually tried to discuss what makes artificial intelligence alive. Like we don't know yet, obviously. But they could still speculate

A lot of the characters in Detroit: Become Human speak about being "alive" alot and what it means to be alive but they never really answer it. We only get definitions of the word "alive" that is usually applicable to humans but never one you can apply to a sentient AI with a new perspective on the world. There's also a lot of trying to make androids seem like Humans 2.0.

We also have lines that try to explain why the androids are sentient but the fall very flat and meaningless. Like that "Empathy is a human emotion, Connor. You showed empathy." line. Ok ... so he's showing a "human emotion". Is that really what it means to be alive fr? Showing emotions?

David Cage was too focused on his racism analogy to even bother thinking about "What it actually means for an AI to be alive." so we're left with nothing but inconsistencies.

I believe Kara could have easily being a way to explore that. While the other main characters are pushing the overall plot, Kara's story could have been one about an android discovering the meaning of life for themselves. She already has the potential; even if we hardly see it in the game itself.

Kara is mostly driven by her curiousity and need to experience the world. It's the first thing she feels when she opens her eyes in the tech demo where she's absolutely fascinated by herself and everything around her. In the teaser trailer, she has a similar reaction.

There's a few little moments where she seems to enjoy the world around her. She stops at Rose's house to watch the snow fall and in the Pirate's Cove chapter, she tells Luther she's never seen snow before and it's so pretty.

Because it's already established that Kara would have loved to experience the world, there's a sort of tragedy that she never gets to do it. Especially since it did feel like that was the direction the game was heading in at first.

#am I always going to be thinking about the Kara potential we never had? yes.#also. i woke up this morning and started thinking about dbh all over again #this game will haunt me for the rest of my life apparently #dbh kara #detroit become human #type: text

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freetobeeyouandme · 3 months

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Ok but making the solstice have already passed (just barely) and have the neireid say Poseidon was still proud of Percy? Making Percy NOT have to prove himself to his father to receive his father's love? I do like that change a lot actually. Like don't get me wrong, the book version is good too, but it still feels very transactional of a relationship. Percy saves the world and because of that he gets to meet his dad. Show!Poseidon on the other was gonna meet his son before that and didn't care that his son failed. It goes very well with the themes they have set up so far.

Also Hermes wasting the kids' time so they would fail is such a CHOICE. He's a fatalist, he's so stuck in May's visions that he just doesn't see that maybe these kids' would not have failed if given the chance, that a better world IS possible. But all he can think of is his son's fate and he has to make it everyone else's problem.

And lastly Annabeth's "It's easier to forget what's important when you're alone" is so LOUD because this is a story about abandonment and that is EXACTLY what happens. Luke feels alone, feels abandoned and it's so easy for him to forget what's important (his family) and it's because Annabeth reminds him of it that he can break Kronos' control and stop him. I'm so excited where this all is gonna go...Rick your mind!!!

#pjo #pjo spoilers #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson spoilers #i saw some criticism of the first two points when i opened the tag this morning and went uh-oh because some people apparently didnt like #the episode? but after having watched it can i just say this was really good actually and it's so clear to me what was intended with the #changes and why they are good. like everything that's happening still holds true to Rick improving and it's good actually!!!

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bubacorn · 2 months

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hc: Vessel is bad at receiving compliments and being told that he is loved (hug inspired by this one, @ghxstly-death put it into words perfectly. thank you, Eden!🫂)

Thinking about Vessel who can't accept compliments, not because he doesn't believe them (that too), but because he'd heard them so many times in the past related to small, unimpressive things. Not 'I'm proud of you', just 'You did good', an automatic response to any and all achievements. He did good. He didn't know what 'good' meant, but apparently, he did that. He has no idea what was good about what he did, so he continues to push himself, to not be a disappointment. If he does good, then that should be enough, right?

He tries for great, for excellent, for something more, but he always gets 'good', unrelated to the effort and time he put into something. He knows he shouldn't wish for more specific compliments, or anything else, really. He should be grateful to be regarded. Everyone around him is so busy, they can't possibly have time to listen to him talk about how in reality, he has no idea what he's doing. How things sometimes just click but he can't tell if what he did is actually worth anything or it was just pure luck. How he doubts himself at every step but learned to hide it, because he has to be good. And good means coping and dealing with things by himself and quietly, because then he will be told that he did good and who wouldn't want to be good?

Vessel who hears 'I love you' for the first time (said with actual love behind it for the very first time) in a really long time from II. He wouldn't tell the other that, but it's clear from the surprise and the hopeful longing in Vessel's eyes. His friend told him he loves him and he doesn't know what to do with that, so he hesitantly steps to him and begins to lift his arms in question. II's heart squeezes at his shyness, after all, the other has spent months alone in the manor, so it's understandable that he would have grown unaccustomed to touch. But then II has to pull Vessel against him, because the man sort of hovers his arms around his frame as if he doesn't know how to approach a hug. Like he isn't sure what is expected of him and what is too much.

Vessel is surprised when II squeezes around his torso, when he brings one arm around his shoulder and the other to his neck, trying to bring Vessel down towards him, like he wants to protect and shelter him. That's strange, but Vessel finds that his arms want to stay wrapped loosely around II a bit longer and just as he starts to pull away, II again says "I love you, Vessel", and Vessel's brain freezes. II squeezes him tighter and Vessel feels so warm and strangely loose (he's afraid he will unravel if he stays too close for too long) and small even though he towers over his friend. His friend who is now holding him and who apparently loves him.

The only thing in his mind stumbles from his tongue in the form of a quiet "Why?". He didn't do anything exceptional. He was showing II an arrangement and said he wasn't sure if it was any good, letting his fingers dance over the keys, feeling like he was stumbling through music. He felt like it captured that familiar insecurity, and he liked it and hoped II would like it, too. Even if it didn't make it into a song. Then II said he did like it, that it feels like Vessel is unsure but it gives the melody a unique flavor, and that Vessel was great for translating that feeling into music.

"'Why?' ?" II's answering question is filled with such disbelief that Vessel wants to hide. He said something inappropriate, something secret that had previously only been dwelling in his mind, in a dark corner, and now he feels exposed. Why did he even open his mouth? Not good. Definitely bad.

Vessel is slumping against II a bit, like he doesn't know how to hold himself upright anymore, like he needs support. II must feel it, because he's still holding him, and it's been minutes and Vessel tries to squirm away, to save any dignity he might still possess, and II lets him slip out of the embrace, but his arms linger like he doesn't want to let go of his friend. His friend who just blurted out the worst response to a confession of gentle affection. Vessel looks so worried when he catches II's gaze and he immediately averts his eyes and takes a few small steps back, unconsciously gravitating towards his piano for protection, a sense of safety.

"You're my friend, Vessel," II tries approaching the man with soft words, "You're kind and considerate and a damn good musician," Vessel stops backing away when the back of his legs hit the edge of his piano bench, but he's still looking at the floor, "You pour your heart into writing and playing and it's amazing to see. You're committed, but patient and you help me every time I need. Even when I'm too embarrassed to ask," II tilts his head and steps a bit closer to try and catch Vessel's gaze, "I know you don't see it and I'm sorry that you can't because it's true. I would never lie to you about this, Ves. I love you, you're my best friend," Vessel presses his lips together, so II adds, "Not just because we live in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. You're the best friend I've ever had. And I'm glad Sleep led me to you."

Vessel gives him a look that shows he tries really hard to believe him, and adds in such a low voice it's almost a whisper, "I love you, too," as if he's embarrassed to admit it. But it's not embarrassment, II realizes, it's disbelief, it's some sort of deep shame about needing someone else, of relying on anyone else but himself at all times. And it makes sense, considering Vessel's nature, but II could never put it all together, since large chunks of Vessel's past were unfamiliar to him. He could have guessed based on how the man acted, but he didn't want to assume anything. It felt disrespectful. Vessel would share if he wanted.

"And I'm really glad you found me," just a beat of silence, before he adds, in an even quieter tone, if that's possible, "And that you stayed," Vessel risks a bashful glance towards II, and sees him blink rapidly, shocked by the implication of the other's words, before he shakes himself and steps closer to Vessel. He searches his face for apprehension, but doesn't find any, so he gently puts his hands on Vessel's upper arms and sits him down on his bench. Before Vessel can react, II has his arms wrapped around him, one around his shoulder, and the other's hand cupping the back of his head and cradling it to his front.

"You're important to me, Ves. You're special and precious and I love you," II's fingers caress the man's shoulder and card through his hair, "I want you to know that I'm here for you any time, okay?" Vessel is still stunned and he's sure he's going catch on fire if he gets any warmer. II twists a lock of hair around his finger, "Okay?" Words form and die in Vessel's throat so he just nods, rapidly, almost hurriedly, and II lets out a small chuckle. "You're amazing, you know that?" he nuzzles into Vessel's hair for a moment to murmur, "And adorable," II sways with the man in his arms a little and Vessel is sure he will combust. His face is flaming against II's shirt and he tries to suppress the half grimace-half grin on his face and feels unreal. "C'mon. Tea break?" II smiles down at him and offers a hand. Vessel can stand on his own, but doesn't reject the offer. He likes the warmth of II's hand and he can always use the stability and the reminder of the other's presence. II soon replaces his hand with a mug of tea, but it's considerably colder to Vessel. The contrast is especially palpable when II brushes his knuckles against Vessel's as he's handing him his tea. The mug is warm, but II's skin is burning against his. But it's not bad. It's a good burn. It makes Vessel feel alive. Seen. Loved?

Vessel learns that he doesn't have to prove himself to other people to receive love. Love is not something that has to be earned in their home. Love is not a reward, not something that Vessel has to work for, then be disappointed that in the end, it isn't actually given to him. He tried being good in the past, being silent and keeping his head down and being a good kid, but the warmth and the unconditional love didn't come. He still tried, though, he always tried his best, but apparently that wasn't enough. Or there wasn't actually love at the end of that tunnel. It was just a play of light. But that would have been cruel and Vessel would like to think that people in his past weren't intentionally unkind to him (he won't admit the truth to himself for a while).

II often tells Vessel that he's proud of him. For speaking up. For telling him when he's having a bad day. For asking for distance when he needs it and closeness when he feels like he will drift away. For admitting to messing up, when he falls back into bad habits of self-destruction and isolation. For doing a grocery run by himself even though he goes home almost shaking and has to spend the next hours under a blanket on the couch, because it was simply too much. For crying when he talks about memories that he tried his hardest to forget but he just can't. For asking for help and letting II help him, even though it's hard. It's really hard, and Vessel apologizes for it, for being fucked-up and broken and damaged goods. For wasting II's time and being a burden, a needy, greedy thing. Wretched. Minus human.

But II tells him he loves him and that he could never be a burden. That he will always be worth it, he always has been, and that he's sorry that people in Vessel's past couldn't see it. Couldn't see him for all that he is. For the friend who pays attention to little details so he can show his friend how much he values him. For the guy who bakes his friend a complicated cake for his birthday because he off-handedly told him he can't even remember what it tasted like, even though it used to be his favorite. For the amazing composer who can capture emotions one doesn't realize one has. For the hard-working, curious kid who thought that being obedient and not questioning authority was the way to earn praise and affection. For the little boy who thought something was wrong with him, that he did or didn't do something and that is why he couldn't feel loved. For the child who cried and cried, silent and under the cover of the night, hoping that no one would hear (and secretly hoping that somebody would and they would come and save him from the gaping emptiness that made its home in his chest, way too big and scary for a boy that little). For the boy and then the man who couldn't cry anymore but thought that that is more than alright, at least he can finally keep it all inside. For the partner who allowed himself to be vulnerable with someone he trusted. For the partner who made sure his other knew he was always welcome, even though his brain sometimes tried to tell him otherwise. For the partner who grew comfortable with expressing casual affection so much that terms like 'darling' became second nature to him (and for the way he blushed when II told him that). For the man who learned to accept that it's okay to admit to not being okay, to need someone, to want to not feel alone, to feel cherished, to have his feelings validated. For the man who can tell his partner anything and does, because he knows he can speak his mind and that there will be someone who listens.

II wanted to see Vessel. Vessel let him. Even before he showed the uglier and less than perfect parts of himself, II loved him all the same. It was never about being 'good' and silent and compliant. Vessel is good. Vessel is not good. He's amazing. He's perfect. He's wonderful. He's cherished. He's incredible. He's valued. He's seen. He's listened to. He's heard. He's finally, finally loved. Has been for longer than he dared to think. Will soon be by more people than he thought possible.

#Vessel was a gifted kid who tried to push through burnout and mental illness #waiting for someone to tell him they see and love him and are proud of him #and you can't change my mind #making myself sad first thing in the morning #what else is new #<- it's night since then but this still applies #yes i included a Metallica reference (almost two). fight me (please don't i have shrimp-like arms and get scared easily)#also #tumblr scared the crap out of me earlier #i posted this privately after it posted instead of saving it as a draft #and apparently it was visible #and i got so freaking scared cause this wasn't finished #so i apologize for deleting and reposting #but my heart stopped for a moment and i whispered like 10 'shitshitshit's at my computer #i should be reading for a class tomorrow #sleep token headcanons #buba writes

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subtle-as-an-earthquake · 5 months

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i also popped into the grapes in sheffield yesterday (where the monkeys played their very first gig back in 2003 🥹) for a quick pint and it literally had the loveliest atmosphere, even the bouncer was super sweet. cash only, live music happening in a back room, exclusively locals (and me, sorry), and an arctic monkeys banner above the bar 🥰 (and i spotted baby alex at the leadmill too 🫶🏼)

#had to do a little arctic monkeys pilgrimage of course ❤️#it was so lovely hearing the accent everywhere #and everyone was so friendly and helpful #like extremely so #my train to london was cancelled this morning so i asked someone for help #and they went out of their way to make sure i could go on another one and helped me find everything #and then informed his colleagues of what was going on and they later came to check on me to see if i was all sorted now 🥺#northern hospitality 💯#love it here #anyways sorry for all the rambling lol #i am just feeling emotional about everything apparently #alex turner #arctic monkeys #minnie talks

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queenlucythevaliant · 2 years

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Tell me about God suffering.

Tell me about the God who knew that we would break his heart, yet chose to create us anyway. Who saw Adam, fashioned in his own image, and said “It is very good.”

Tell me about the God who said, “my heart, my bowels, my inner parts weep like a lyre for the suffering of my people.” Who watched his loved ones worship idols and fall into sin, who knew all the blackest desires of their hearts. Who faithfully wounded them, sent them into exile, let them die, and said “How can I give you up, O Ephraim? My heart recoils within me.”

Tell me about a God who fashioned us from dust in the full knowledge that in order to keep us, he would see his son scourged and dying on the cross. Who knew that one day he would turn his face away. About a Jesus who said, “here am I, send me.” Who set his face towards Golgotha even in the halls of eternity.

Tell me about a God who became small and frail. Who endured headaches and hangnails and long nights without sleep. Who was anxious and afraid, embarrassed and misunderstood. Who was tempted. Who saw his friends sad and sick and dying. Who wept with the sound of a horse before battle.

Tell me about Jesus weeping and sweating blood in Gethsemane. Tell me about the cross. Tell me about “my God, my God, why have you forsaken me” and the agony of unanswered prayer.

Tell me about the Father and the Spirit, cut off from the Son for the first time in history. The Son, begotten and abandoned. The Spirit, proceeding from nowhere. Tell me about the death of one you have loved from eternity.

Tell me about the Spirit, who intercedes for us before the Father in groans too deep for words. Who understands our deepest pains that well.

People say that to love at all is to suffer, but that isn’t true. God loved and was loved in perfect Trinity before he created us. To love what is fallen is to suffer.

Tell me about the God who chose suffering.

@citrussunrises

#apparently my sister's prof said that God doesn't suffer???#she texted me about it this morning looking for a hot take #i'll find out more about it when i see her this evening (!!!) but i felt compelled to rant a little sans context #we have a God who suffers #(this is all off the cuff so feel free to tweak if you want idk)#only Thou art holy #pontifications and creations #theodicy

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