just some casual early morning fishing and some not-so-casual evening pining after your best friend
mini explanation of how this would take place if it were a prequel to the dangers of not confessing comic
After ozai’s defeat, they finally take a break and go on the fishing trip they lied about. And it’s amazing, and fun, and Zuko’s heart is aching throughout every second of it. Because he’s drowning under the weight of his impending duties as firelord. He has Responsibilities. But all he wants to do is be with Sokka and have the time relaxing with the people he cares about, actions that he was deprived of during his youth. And Sokka’s about to be halfway across the world, back at his home, where he belongs. And it would be selfish to ask Sokka to stay. And even more selfish to tell him how he feels when he knows soon the trip will be over, and it will never work between them, and Sokka probably doesn’t even feel the same way. So he stays silent.
And misses his chance.
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I believe that Bruce started out obsessively protective of his identity and anything important to him with the League. He wouldn’t breathe a word about anything because he still didn’t quite trust them. And then things would go on and, after a while, he realizes he trusts -maybe even likes- the members of his team. Moreover, everyone else was more or else out with their identities and it was hindering group collaboration to have him be the only one still hiding.
So he decides to tell the League but Bruce is kind of a freak and doesn’t like, actually have a real conversation with them. No, he just stops hiding stuff and expects them to catch up leading to wild exchanges like.
Batman glancing at his phone during a meeting: Ladies, Gentlemen, Lantern, I have to cut this meeting short. My foster son microwaved tinfoil and started a kitchen fire. He’s alright but is very upset.
J’onn, the only one aware Batman had a child bc of Dad Radar while the rest gape: Please give your boy our best.
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Batman talking to Clark about farm life: It’s one tractor, Kent. What does it cost? 1 million dollars?
Clark laughs until he realizes Batman is dead serious.
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Hal: Y’know I was raised Catholic but my mother was Jewish so I’m trying to explore that side of me more.
Bruce: I understand, my mother was Jewish as well but she insisted we celebrate it alongside both my fathers’ Christian leanings.
Hal: ...
Bruce: My second father is British as well which always made things confusing.
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Eventually someone with a braincell puts it together that Batman = Bruce Wayne and it’s a whole ordeal and Bruce just heaves a long sigh.
“You’re just realizing? I’ve been telling you for months.”
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im increasingly interested in writing fic about kaiba as a volatile, bull-headed, difficult person to get along with, and the effect this has on his relationships and the people around him... how mokuba deals with it, how atem deals with it, etc... loving someone in their entirety, flaws and all, while at the same time recognizing the relationship can be difficult or frustrating or upsetting... kaiba as a person capable of tremendous grace and self-reflection AND tremendous selfishness and high-intensity emotions and the people who love him know this... gnawing my bone, circling my enclosure...
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the amount of people divided on how AFO looks is hilarious:
You got people saying he's hot, you got people saying he's ugly.
You got the DFO community saying he look nothing like Izuku dad, you got non believers others saying that he looks exactly like he be Izuku dad.
You got those crying over the fact he's got no freckles and those rejoicing that he doesn't, both DFO and non DFO.
Let's be real, AFO looks exactly like I thought he look, dudes plain AF, he possible the most normal looking character of All of MHA. Heck his brother has an more interesting design. If it wasn't for his height I could totally see him as some rando background character. And I'm like 100% convinced this is why people are so divided on him.
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[Image ID: A four-by-four alignment chart on a white background with text descriptions to the left and to the top of the squares.
The top left description reads, "seems like they'd be good at parenting." The top right description reads, "seems like they'd be bad at parenting."
Then, from the top down, to the left of the squares, the other set of descriptions reads: "excellent child rearing instincts," and "never trust them with a child in your life."
Each of the four squares contains an image of a different character. At the top left is an image of Lan Wangji of the Mo Dao Zu Shi donghua. He sits between the descriptors "seems like they'd be good at parenting," and "excellent child rearing instincts."
In the top right square sits an image of Wei Wuxian, also of the Mo Dao Zu Shi donghua. He sits between the junction of "seems like they'd be bad at parenting" and "excellent child rearing instincts."
In the bottom left square is an image of Xie Lian from the Tian Guan Ci Fu manhua. He occupies the square with the captions, "seems like they'd be good at parenting" and "never trust them with a child in your life."
Finally, in the bottom left square, sits an image of Hua Cheng from the Tian Guan Ci Fu manhua. He occupies the junction between "seems like they'd be bad at parenting" and "never trust them with a child in your life". /End ID]
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re: the previous anon and oliver saying buck has to work for his next romantic interest, isn't it quite likely he was referencing having to be the one to go back to tommy and convince him to go out with him again after he bombed the first date? it feels like a lot of the things they say in interviews that sound like it should be a big noticeable thing end up being quite small, blink and you miss it
it COULD very well be what oliver was referring to, but i don't really see that as buck working for it...because he did not do any self-reflection the entire episode about the failed date (aside from eddie's role in it) and whether he should give it a shot or not. eddie had to literally ask him if he thought he was ready or not and then tell him to go for it. would buck have even made that phone call had eddie not told him to? i doubt it. and given that tommy pretty much agreed in the blink of an eye to not only continue to date but also to go to a wedding with buck for...whatever reason...yeah i wouldn't really see this as an example of buck 'working' for anything lol
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I need more content about the post-resolved paradox in my enclosure
We are not doing enough don't you see?? The Captain and the head engineer dont comfort each other to sleep Mark has insomnia and the captain has narcolepsy dont you see????
There are so many different ways the paradox could have affected them depending on which route you took and how you interpret it like!! Aside from the obvious guilt and PTSD how does it affect their mental health? Their relationship with each other? With the crew? Their relationship to the mission?
What if the captain quit on the spot?? Why don't i see anyone suggesting that?? Imagine how fucking stunned Mark would be. He was probably thinking "time for a new beginning!" because the captain gave him hope so imagine if the captain decided "this is the end for me" out of nowhere!! Hello!!!!!
TALK TO ME
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Radioactive Eldritch Jedi
Okay so when I say radioactive. The Force is primordial and eldritch and the jedi (and any other force users of a comparable level) resonate with the echoes of this primoridal of-the-world-and-yet-not-the-world energy like your body when you’re so close to a marching bacd you can feel the drums in your bones and they’re not the music or the instruments, they’re only the echo thereof, but the echo of something from the depths that bore the universe is still A Lot.
And when you look at them. There’s teeth that aren’t there the next minute, you could count them again and again for half an hour and never get the same number twice in a row. And that’s not mentioning when their teeth don’t fit in their mouth, don’t match each other, when there aren’t teeth in their mouths but claws...
That’s just one element of their face which is one element of their body.
You can smell them, even the species that don’t have particularly good senses of smell though it is far more distracting for them. Something fresh with light or rotting with dark, herby or sea salty or citrusy or floral and threaded with sweat or blood or sex to suit whatever they’ve been doing and it wouldn’t be remarkable except they smell simultaneously like their species and like something else entirely in a way that is clearly but indescribably not caused by soap or perfume or oil.
There’s a resonance in their voices. Something like there’s a drumbeat in their throat, like they’re speaking with the vibrations of a song you’ve always heard without knowing it, but always perfectly understandable. The sound of jedi singing in harmony with feeling has reduced cities to tears of joy or tears of pain, blood dripping from their ears in mirror of their tears.
Don’t get me started on their shadows, on the way they move in the dark
And they’d be leaking this strangeness 24/7 except they keep themselves so tightly shielded, not only hiding themselves so that they appear uncanny and not terrifyingly Other (they’ve been there time and time again and it is a problem. There are Consequences) but also keeping any of this force-energy-resonance leaking out into the world. Places where force sensitives have lived a long time thrum like a pulse, are touches with the energy of generations of force users relaxing enough to let their shields lower and their selves to leak and brush the walls and tables, etching their presences into the place like fire into wood, and when this touches people it changes them.
Not immediately. Not quickly. It can take months for anything to change and this is why jedi keep their shields maintained, because if you’re fully shielded nothing will happen, and this is part of why attachments are risky, because the emotion can affect the shields can change the one you love, because to say you love a jedi is not the same as accepting all that they are and being willing to change along with them because you can’t dodge that forever, and saying you’re willing to do this isn’t the same as being willing.
The changes aren’t quick, and not as Eldritch as the jedi, but they are permanent and definitely Other.
When shields crack or break, when a jedi lashes out with the force, it brushes an imprint on everything around them (those with any kind of vision skills can find this difficult or comforting to deal with, like a too-large gulp of hot tea) and a few times on the same thing doesn’t matter. Genuinely. Repeition is an entirely different matter.
War is hell.
War is hell, and the jedi are holding on to each other for support, clinging interlocking arms, but they’re scattered around the galaxy and it’s so hard to actually reach each other.
Sometimes to know you’re supported isn’t enough. Not when you can’t reach their shoulder to lean on, for just a moment.
And the clones are going through hell with them, are dying around them, and they reach out to support the jedi who are doing their best not only to help them survive but to help them live in a war that wants them dead for a senate that doesn’t care and the jedi recognizes them as people so they reach out and the jedi can’t help but reach back.
The clones catch them when they fall, love them in different ways each as sure as the tides, and the jedi relax into it without realizing. Their shields crack over and over again because war is hell, but they also find them relaxing them, instinctively and unconsciously, because so little is certain but the clones’ willingness to go to hell and back for them is one of them and they feel safe.
And the echoes of the force that resonate in the heartbeats-nervepulses-bloodflows of the jedi leaves imprints on the clones that rises like paint added layer by layer and it changes them.
The clones don’t have a childhood of familiarity to fall back on, much less the shielding techniques to keep them looking “normal.” What they have is legions of brothers willing to support each other come hell or high water or unending clankers and jedi who at first beg their forgiveness for changing them (because it wasn’t supposed to happen and because they like how they are but everyone already sees them as strange and to beg forgiveness for making them like them is many jedi’s first instinct) then teach them how to hide it when they need to and the comfort of singing together, their voices ringing through their ships in tune with the thrumming in their blood, bone-deep.
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