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bolly--quinn · 4 months
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The craziest part of the episode to me is the ice cream table exchange about Beth tbh like Morty truthfully believes that Rick would say
“This may as well be our real daughter because she’s just as real as you.”
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“Put it this way. You’re all basically NPCs. Only Morty and I are real, so your side quests don’t matter. The main quest is us.” (referring to he and Diane exclusively)
And when Diane, rightfully, combats him for his thinking with
“You’re disgusting. You’re talking about our baby girl like she’s theoretical?”
Beth throws in “Welcome to the family.”
Which might be one of the most heartbreaking lines in the whole thing to me because Morty has observed Rick enough to believe that this line of thinking is entirely in character for not only Rick but for the rest of the family too. Like Morty truly believes that Rick doesn’t care about them in anyway and that when faced with this, even Beth would just respond with the belief that this is the norm, at least from Rick anyway. So much so, that he uses an outside character in Diane to call out how insane it is.
Morty believes that Rick only cares about Diane and literally everyone else doesn’t matter and that’s just so sad to me, especially when we have seen otherwise but he can’t be faulted for thinking that when Rick carries that facade with him almost always, and especially to Morty directly.
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two-crows · 1 year
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more of these guyssss.. even if bps the supposed demon in this dynamic no matter what i feel like ricks gonna be more impish
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giftedpoison · 6 months
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It boggles my braincells sometimes thinking about how some people just weren't heavily influenced by their media as I was??? Like when i was kid i grew up reading Gallagher Girls and watching House of Anubis so duh I learned to pick locks, want to learn as many languages as possible, and martial arts. (And also is why I never see lying as a bad thing but a skill.) (Reading Alias and Red Blazer Girls was also a heavy contributor)
Or I started learning ASL because of a tv show I watched in middle school (switched at birth- unsurprising) but now I love the language because I love being able to communicate without talking (although that's more small words that i teach people the meaning so i don't have to use my voice) and learning about the Deaf community.
Or learning sleight of hand because of Kaz Brekker. Chess because of Beth Harmon (I'm determined I'd be pretty good at it if I could just figure out the middle game) Like pick a hobby i have and i'll tell you which fictional character gave it to me. (with the exception of reading, music, writing, researching, and art) These are all exceptionally useless capabilities (other than maybe language learning and lying and you can make an argument that martial arts is a lifetime fitness) and yet they mean a fuck ton to me.
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rooolt · 4 months
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sophomore slump?!!??!??? can we talk about sophomore slump?!!??!? can we PLEEEEAAAASSSEEE talk about sophomore slump?!??!!?!!
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flamboyant-king · 7 months
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TBOI: Brother's Keeper AU - Azazel
Part 2 of my collection of...sketches. Here we focus on the kids. Playground fights, kickball, swingsets and such. Kid stuff, ya know.
Lazarus and Bethany discover Azazel sleeping in a cave and befriend the lil guy with oats and granola bars. Since they go to a very Christian academy, they can't be caught with a lil demon fella, so they bring him to Mr. Cain's hideout.
As it turns out, Cain knows the lil guy, but he hasn't seen him in 25 years. He thought Zaza was dead.
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droolski · 11 days
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she sucks so bad rn
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POV: you’re at a masquerade ball and the girlies are absolutely up to no good 
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jasontoddssuper · 1 year
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The Pjo fandom:We don't hate Rachel and make fun of Percy ending up with Annabeth instead of her because we're misogynistic,we do it because she's annoying and underdeveloped!
Also the Pjo fandom:
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hournites · 2 years
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Sorry about that.
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thesoftboiledegg · 2 years
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I totally thought that Rick was taking Morty's food at first and was glad that wasn't the case.
"I need twice as many nutrients as you do, Morty. I need energy to figure this shit out. Why don't you go inside and lie down for a while." --Seasons 1-4 Rick, probably
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secondstar-acorn · 1 year
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finished the new dungeons and daddies episode. help
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redrobin-detective · 2 years
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lipstick on your cape
“Robbie?” Tabitha looked up from the phone she wasn’t supposed to have on patrol at Nightwing. Hopefully Peg wouldn’t tattle on her to Bruce. “You got a little something on your cape. I think it’s that dark red lipstick they can probably see from the Watchtower.”
Beth examined her cape and, sure enough, there were some mysterious red smudges on the inner yellow lining, just past the right shoulder. She scrubbed at it with her gloves, how’d that even get there? Alfred would have a fit if this stained. Peg grunted as she sat down next to Tab on the edge of the building.
“So, do you wanna talk about it?” Peg asked, deceptively casual.
“About what?” Beth questioned.
“About why you’ve been sporting colored lips the last week,” Peg said softly. “I mean it’s pretty and all but its very,“ she paused. “It’s grownup. Are you trying to impress someone? I know things with you and Arianna are over but maybe someone on your team?”
“No, it’s not like that!” Beth blushed. “I don’t know, I thought it looked nice?”
“You’re 15 baby girl,” Peg said with a little frown. “You don’t need to look nice, you just need to be yourself. Especially as Robin.”
“I am being myself. I don’t have a reason, okay! I just thought it would be fun. I don’t know, I like girly stuff I guess. Its a safety risk to wear fun earrings or necklaces on patrol so, I don’t know, the other day I put on some lipstick and thought it looked cute so I kept doing it.”
Her mother had been a tomboy, more at home in the dirt than society but Tabitha had always been impressed at how she could transform. The nights they were home, when they had to play the part of the Drakes, were special. Mom would do her hair, nails and make-up just so and become someone else. She went from Tab’s flighty, distracted but stubborn mom to a princess. Her smiles were calculated, her posture perfect and she could glide across a ballroom in six inch heels and a sleek dress like she was born for it. And she had been but she’d rejected it for her dad and archeology but mostly archeology.
Tabitha loved computers and skateboards and comics and cars but she’d spent so many hours learning to style her hair in different ways, to paint her nails like a pro and to layer her lipstick like she was ready for murder. It was a side she hadn’t indulged in much lately. Being Robin was it’s own sort of freedom but it had its restrictions as well.
“I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing,” Peg said thoughtfully, leaning back to look up at the moon. “I guess Jan and I set a bit of a precedent huh?” Robins were crime fighters. They laughed at criminals and fought against the worst of the worst. They were efficient, practical and inspiring. They didn’t wear lipstick. Beth brought a glove to cover her mouth.
“Sorry, I guess it’s not really appropriate, is it? I think I have some make up remover wipes in my belt.” Peg grabbed a hold of her wrist.
“No, no, keep it on,” Peg insisted. “It does look nice, you did a good job and it really compliments the red of your suit.” She shifted so they were holding hands. “My mom used to do me up in makeup before shows, so the audience could see our faces. I can still feel her fingertips running over my cheeks.” She said with a soft voice, eyes closed in memory. “Moving in with B, I couldn’t do makeup that extravagant. I had to make a good impression and then, as I got older, I didn’t want anyone to get the wrong impression from lipstick and eye shadow.” 
“It’s such a burden to be beautiful,” Tabitha said with an eye roll even though it kind of was. She saw the way people ogled Peg at events. Tab had tripped one particularly creepy guy right into the punch bowl. Bruce had given her a thumbs up across the hall.
“You’re not Jan, no one expects you to be,” Peg said softly. “We just want you to be yourself. That’s the beauty of being Robin, you get to be whoever you want to be.”
“And what about B?” Beth questioned.
“You introduced yourself by breaking B’s rules,” Peg said with a grin, breaking the hand hold to ruffle Tab’s hair. She angrily straightened her clip and re-fluffed her bangs. Just because Nightwing just had a simple ponytail doesn’t mean some vigilantes didn’t care about merging style and function. “I think you’ll be fine.”
“Hmm, okay,” Beth said, scooting over to lean on Peggy’s shoulder. She loved her mom, missed her a lot but having a big sister was pretty great too. “You could add a little color to your lips too if you want.”
“I think I’ll pass. I’ve seen the colors you wear, baby bird,” Peg chuckled.
“Well how about your hair?” Tab asked, sitting up. “I could teach you how to do a simple french braid, or more fancy if you’d like. Still be functional but adds a little bit of style.”
“Tomorrow, my place, my hands always cramp after too long using the grapples. I’ll order some of that disgusting pizza you like,” Peg grinned. Tabitha grinned, her lips a dark ruby red under the Gotham moonlight.
Robin didn’t do her make up every night. Some nights she was running late, finishing clipping on her cape as she ran to the Batmobile. Other times she was too tired, too pained, just not in the mood for such frivolities. But other nights, she sculpted her eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil. She rubbed primer, foundation, blush, sealant on her face that could hold up against wind, rain and rogues. She poured over her ever growing collection of lipsticks and lipstains and picked a color that spoke to her.
Red was for when she was feeling daring, bold, she had many different variations of the color but deliberately shied away from Joker red. When Spoiler took to the streets she acquired all sorts of different purples to complement the laughing boy’s costume. Pink was for when she felt soft but strong, when she was making a statement to the worst of Gotham that it couldn’t change her. Black was only to be used on the nights she knew would be bad. Bart got her a glittery gold one that she loved but used sparingly because it caught the light easily. Peg had laughed when when Tab shown up once with Nightwing blue lips, her braided hair dancing in the breeze.
She was Robin, she was a hero, a role model, a symbol. But she was also a girl, a girl who loved dresses that flared out when she spun and lots of shiny, sparkly dangles and doodads and she loved the taste of matte lipstick as she jumped into the fight. Sometimes people were just a pile of different things all mushed together. And the rest of the world was going to just have to get over it.
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pynkhues · 2 years
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Hi “📂“ for a fun Rio Headcannon pls !
Hi, hi! Thank you!
I've talked about it a few times before, but I love love love this idea that Rio's athletic, but absolutely terrible at team sports, haha. I think he wants to be good at them, and has the strength, stamina and speed for a lot of them, particularly something like soccer or football, but that he's just too selfish, too much of a control freak (and has too much of an ego) to be able to really be a part of a team.
It's why he ends up playing a lot of solo sports – tennis and boxing, which he even does on the show, but I like to think he's a strong swimmer too – and he's great at those, but still really has this - - mmm, not envy per se, but a sort of grass-is-greener viewership of other sports.
And it's a thing, y'know, taking Marcus to those team sports, taking him to Little League, taking him to soccer, watching him make friends, laugh off losses, be bright and cooperative and good, that leaves something wide open in Rio's chest, because he's not living vicariously through his son, but rather it's a comfort. To see these ways Marcus isn't him. To see Rhea in his ease and Rosa in the way he anchors community everywhere he goes, because that selfish competitiveness has got Rio where he is, but it's not something he ever wanted Marcus to inherit. He wants Marcus on a team, wants him to know how to play, wants him here happy with kids just like him, and Rio sits there on the field or in the stands and feels these little ways he hasn't fucked him up yet and he's grateful for each and every one.
Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have
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Something stirred in the landscape, something under the snow. The branches on the ancient trees shook gently, dislodging little needles of ice.
The sun rose.
Hogfather by Terry Pratchett
Cold wind soughed from the treetops, causing whorls of snow to dance in icy spirals. The traveler gathered his ragged cloak tighter, adjusted the old rusting sword that was slung across his back, and trudged steadily forward, away from the wilderness, to where other creatures lived.
Mossflower by Brian Jacques
There was magic in the cathedral that night, magic in the elusive scent of pine mingled with the pungent frankincense, in the soft glow of the many candles, in the music, and in the rolling phrases of the familiar biblical passages. In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God… Then came a hymn, and the great cathedral reverberated with with the thousands of voices. Alice was awed by the majesty of the sound.
A Murder for Her Majesty by Beth Hilgartner
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mielgf · 1 year
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just finished my first read of little women and i will never be the same
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