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dangerousdan-dan · 5 months

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I’ve been thinking a lot about how Cass’ journey as Batgirl (more specifically after losing her abilities) directly relates to her perspective as a martial artist.

I’m convinced that her choices wouldn’t have been the same if she weren’t a martial artist. The thing is, when you love fighting, and when you’re good at it, you become addicted to a lot of things. To winning, to discipline, to having absolute control over your body, to enduring pain for the sake of greatness. And as someone who, same as Cass, lost all of that without consent because of someone else, I totally understand why when given the choice to be “mediocre for a lifetime or perfect for a year,” she chose the latter.

That’s what training is, after all. Your legs shake and burn to get that stance just right, your knuckles bleed because you can’t afford to let the skin get soft, you practice that kick a hundred times because you can always make it faster, harder, smoother. In the back of your mind, you know that you’re dooming yourself to the aches of the future, but you keep going because the idea of not achieving perfection is worse.

When Batman tells her “it doesn’t matter how long it takes, what matters is that you give it everything you’ve got”, the most painful part is that she had already given everything. Cass gave her childhood, her happiness, her sweat and blood. When Cass lost her abilities, it was the equivalent of dismissing all the sacrifices that got her where she was, like saying none of it was worth it. She was the best because she had earned it. So, even if she tried to achieve that same greatness again, the I could’ve been more would’ve haunted her forever. She would’ve mourned that potential for the rest of her life.

Lady Shiva herself is a martial artist, and she was perfectly aware of what had been taken away from Cass and what offering it back would mean. Refusing her offer was never an option. The proof?

Just look how happy she is immediately after getting her abilities back. She doesn’t even care that she’s going to die.

She’s great again, she has agency over her body again.

Her sacrifices matter.

Batgirl (2000) #9

#maybe I'm projecting onto her a little too much #but truth be told I mourn what I could've been every day #(i cried a little writing this post not gonna lie)#I'm sure leaving that chance behind would've killed her #so it doesn't matter to her if fighting lady shiva means dying anyway as long as she gets her year of greatness #batgirl (2000)#cassandra cain #batman #lady shiva

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liliaasyoursexyvampiredaddy · 4 months

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me waiting for those amazing twst writers to start writing again:

#They've been on hiatus for 2000 years now #On my knees begging for them to write again #They haven't update their masterlist since the year 1876 #Hope they're doing okay #Hoping the best on their writing journey #twst #twisted wonderland #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #octavinelle #twst fanfic #twst x reader #twst x y/n #twst x mc

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comicbookddr · 4 months

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Ethan stealing Benny's pizza in The Movie (inspired by @bettyweir once again!)

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arithechair · 5 months

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some reaction images i found on old blog posts that i feel need to be re-integrated into the modern internet

seriously these are great

#old internet #old web #2000s internet #webcore #ive got like a bunch of random trivia based on fandoms im in #that ive been collecting for like a year #if anyone wants some eddsworld related posts lmk cause ive got hundreds of useless stuff related to it #mostly tom and edd #ok almost all of it is tom #i scrolled through like 100 of his blog entries on cakebomb #these reaction images are actually all from different blog entries there #anyway im so normal about eddsworld

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imglowing-pink-inthenight · 8 days

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even when im an old lady in a nursing home im sure I'll still be mad over ice adolescence

#yuri on ice #this is one of the biggest heartbreaks ive been through #brb going through the 2000 fics i bookmarked last year

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energysoda · 9 months

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wow what a great guy I'm sure he means everything he says when he talks about how much he supports human rights

#mine #editing is my passion #american psycho #patrick bateman #christian bale #reese witherspoon #reesewithoutherspoon #willemdafoe #fan trailer #wholesome #top christmas movies of the year 2000 #video editing #damn its been forever since ive edited something #feels good to be back at it #shitpost #film #patrick bateman: feminist icon?

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lithi · 2 months

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Come back to me. COME BACK TO ME

#it has been 2000 years……..#who made me a princess #wmmap #athanasia de alger obelia #wmmap lucas #lucathy

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nuclearanomaly · 10 months

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I'm glad you're here with me At the end of all things...

#ffxiv #Endwalker #Ninira Nira #Estinien #Estinien Wyrmblood #Estinien Varlineau #Estinien x wol #wolstinien #art: mine #I started this picture 2000 years ago #I remember wanting to experiment with a different render style and surprise! getting frustrated #so it's been sitting as a sketch since #then the other day Cyan was like hey this song gave me Estinini vibes #And I was like l o l slides Estinini playlist back across the table and circles Sans Soleil like that's because it is #and I was like man I should go back to that picture #and just kinda yolo the render bc beating myself up about not being successful in my last render will never get it done #so here it is in the usual idk what's happening slap colours everywhere flavour #Nini could have used a bit more work re getting her size right maybe but we're not caring right now #I DID it at least checks the box and somehow does another piece of art in under a month idk what's happening rn energy I guess #Ultima Thule makes me normal #This part of MSQ was f i n e :')

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inbabylontheywept · 5 months

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Odysseus in Space

Odysseus knew better than to expect peace in death. He’d seen what currents lay under the Styx - knew what kind of warriors that he’d sent there. He fully expected another war to start as soon he took his last breath.

Instead it had been quiet.

He’d used the lull to build a home in the endless plains of asphodel. Somewhere simple he could stay and wait for Penelope. It only took a few years for her to join him, and then together they began the work of replicating the palace of Ithaca. It was work, but it was hard to complain about work when he’d expected battle. His greatest skill in life had been enduring to the end. Now it was the end, and still he endured.

It was three centuries before this death was interrupted.

Hades came to him, not as a god, but as a guest. The fates had woven a story that required a very specific soul. One that could travel the lengths of the world without breaking, who could survive a lifetime of war. And try as Hades might, he could not make a soul that was up for the task.

Still, what he could not make, he could find. Death was a sacred thing, the last right of all mankind, but it was not inalienable. One could sacrifice their death just as easily as their life.

The two had spent months haggling out the details of the work. Hades had wanted 50 years, Odysseus wanted just 20, and together they’d compromised on 32. All in exchange for the right of him and Penelope to visit Telemachus once a year, in whatever corner of the underworld their son had been given.

In the end, they’d shaken on it and Odysseus walked the earth once more. He had a new name this time - fitting, for a new fate. Alexander, the world named him and Alexander he named the world back. City by city, battle by battle, he gave the unwanted title away. Then when he was 32 he returned to Penelope, no more Alexander to give. It was a relief to be Odysseus once more.

A year after that, Penelope and him made the journey to see Telemachus. It was worth every step he’d taken between Pella and Babylon.

There were other interruptions from Hades, new deals with new names. He scourged the descendants of Troy again as Hannibal and bought another day per year with his son. He blazed down the steppes as Atilla and conquered the whole world with the same tools he'd used in his first life. It turned out there was little he couldn't accomplish with a horse, a bow, and a brain.

So many lifetimes, so many wars, and then - quiet. A whole millennium of peace went down as easy as honeyed wine. It made him happy. He liked his little deals with Death, but he’d wished so many times that men like him weren’t needed. He was proud of his descendants for making a world better than he’d dreamt.

And then, nearly a whole second millennium after that, Hades returned.

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“It’s not a war.”

Four words that would set the hackles of anyone that fought at Troy - they’d hoped that one wouldn’t be a war either. But Odysseus had made enough deals with Hades to know that the man was frank in his dealings. There was an honesty to Death. Enough honesty that he’d taken him as a guest.

(He was very choosy about his guests now.)

“You never come to me unless it’s a war. It’s what I’m best at. Why-”

Hades cut him off.

“War is not what you’re best at. Six-hundred men won that war with you. What set you apart was being the only one to make it back.”

Odysseus’s voice caught in his throat. It had been more than two-thousand years and the memories still burned to touch. It took two deep breaths before he was able to force a reply.

“Then what do you want?”

Hades looked lost. He paused a few moments, before looking back at Odysseus, one hand up to plead for patience.

“When I struggle to explain, it’s not because I’m trying to find a clever way to lie to you. It’s because this is a very strange thing, and I…I don’t know how to describe it well.”

He looked into the hearth. Watched the light and heat fade away. Then, he gestured at the log.

“The wood you’re burning. It’s a dead thing. And yet, it dies more after you burn it because the fire has life in it. Soul too. Even here, there’s a corner of the underworld where the souls of dead flames gather. More things have souls than any mortal seems to recognize.” Odysseus was intrigued. When he lived, he’d learned the secrets of the body better than most doctors. There was only so much cutting you could get people to volunteer for. But here, the mysteries of the soul were lost to him. This was godly knowledge, given freely. What that had to say about the request was worth considering. “The mountain has a soul, but the mine in that mountain has a soul too, as does the ore from that mine. The ingot, the sword, the bundle of nails - all of those things are alive in some way. And yet, some of them are more alive than others. You sailed once, Odysseus, and no one knows this better than sailors: Boats have strange souls. They’re about as alive as anything that could be built in your time.”

The space around Hades shimmered. The man was thinking, and in a realm where he had total dominion, it took effort for thoughts not to change reality. Odysseus appreciated the effort. The replica had taken centuries to perfect. Death was a strange friend to him, but a friend nonetheless.

“But the arts have improved from that time, and the mortals of today have built something… incredible. Unimaginable. And they’re sending it on a journey that I have no reference for. The Deaths that have seen things like this are alien to me. They speak of things I cannot understand. The Death of Heat. The Death of Light. The Death of Stars…”

He trailed off in a way that made it clear he was remembering something unpleasant and not merely waxing poetic. He caught himself and looked embarrassed, as if he’d confessed to something best kept secret. Then he continued. “I am a very human Death. And this thing - it isn’t human. But it was made by humans, and so its soul needs a… a human touch. Your soul isn’t the archetype for a soldier, Odysseus, it’s the archetype for a traveler. I couldn’t take you and put you in this thing if I wanted to, you’re just the wrong shape, but what I’m about to do, I need to see you for. Because this thing is going to travel in ways that I am barely beginning to understand. In ways that are redefining the limits of what it means to be human.”

Odysseus was lost. He didn’t know what he was being asked. He didn’t know what was being built. There were so many questions that he needed to ask that they’d formed a log jam in his mouth. One finally broke free and started a cascade.

“What is it?”

Hades gestured helplessly.

“It’s like an arrow and a ship. They’re going to shoot it past the stars.”

That meant nothing to Odysseus, but he suspected every answer he received would sound like a riddle.

“What do you need from me?”

“Permission to copy your work. The soul I made for you is different from the one you died with. You made changes that I cannot replicate. That I do not understand. That I need for this soul to work.”

Odysseus paused.

“Is it going to be used as a weapon?”

Hades shook his head.

“No. The world is gentler than you remember it. This thing will be what you should have been: A traveler without equal. No more, no less.”

Odysseus couldn’t tell if those words ripped something in him open, or healed something closed. Either way, it hurt in a way he didn’t know how to express. His mouth opened and closed several times before he settled on an answer.

“Then take what you will. My only request is to see the journey.”

“Done,” Hades agreed. He could have left right then, but he chose to stay in silence until the fire burned out. There are some ideas that one shouldn’t be left alone with. Not until they’ve had an hour or three to process them, at least.

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Twelve-billion miles from Earth, moving just shy of mach fifty, the Voyager 2 probe glittered in the darkness.

It watched the world around it with the kind of awe a human couldn’t fathom. Nothing was hidden from it. Everything from the atomic composition of stars, to the background hum of the universe itself - all were available with a glance. The only sound it could hear was the constant blip of data that it received from Earth. The small blue dot on starlit shore.

It missed that place. Maybe, one day, when its journey was done… it would find a way back. Maybe. That was still eons away.

Odysseus stood just a few feet off, watching from a direction no one but Hades knew how to walk. He felt the thrill of the expanse in front of him, the utterly incomprehensibility of his speed, and yet its meaninglessness as well. To imagine that the world was so big. To imagine that the world was so strange.

He wept and he could not explain why. He lingered in the twilight until Penelope found him. When she asked him what was wrong, he had no answer. How could he tell her that the world was beautiful, and that he had a place in it? Not just as some ugly middle step, but there at the end. Hurtling through space like an arrow made of silver.

How could he explain to someone that had loved him for two-thousand years that he finally understood why?

#so ive been reading the odyssey #and ive become slightly obsessed #its really good guys theres a reason this stuff has been getting translated for like 2000 years #anyway here is my odyssey fanfic #thx for reading this #<3

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herrscherofmagic · 6 months

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Fun fact! If Sirin survived the Second Eruption, then by the start of the game she would've been old enough to be Kiana's teacher at St. Freya :)

so I was thinking about what it might've been like if only Sirin survived the Second Eruption & was adopted by Cecilia and Siegfried, right?

and usually that scenario is depicted in fanart/fanfic as being Second Eruption Sirin alongside Kiana and/or Bianka and/or HoV, and the rest of the cast as we see them later in the story.

Plus Captianverse Sirin is shown alongside Definitely-Not-Bronya and Definitely-Not-Seele and about the same age as them. So I imagine this is the mental image most people have of Sirin when they think "Sirin with the Kaslana family".

Here's the thing, though! Second Eruption takes place in the year 2000, right?

Sirin was still a kid, my guess is ~12 years old but could be a bit younger or older than that.

But Mei and Kiana were really small children and Bronya hadn't even been born yet!

So if Sirin DID survive the Second Eruption in the real world... she'd be roughly 10 years older than Kiana, give or take a couple years. By 2015, Sirin would be in her early-to-mid-20s!

What's more: Himeko was a high school graduate in 2005, that means she'd only be like 5-6 years older than Sirin (assuming she's 17 or 18 at graduation). Plus according to a Honkai wiki, Rita was 11 years old in 2007. Meaning... Sirin would be only a few years younger than Himeko and she'd even be a few years older than Rita.

By the Kiana would've been old enough to go to St. Freya...

Sirin could've gone to St. Freya, GRADUATED, gotten experience as a Valkyrie, and then returned to be a teacher at St. Freya!

Rita would've been old enough to have been a recent graduate (assuming she ever would've gone to St. Freya in such a world), and Himeko would've already been a teacher for a few years at that point.

So if Sirin survived the Second Eruption, Himeko & Sirin could both have been teachers at St. Freya, alongside Theresa and Principal Cecilia- making Sirin both the adoptive sister of Kiana AND a teacher to her, Mei, Bronya, and Fu Hua. and why not Seele too, just for funsies?

just some food for thought~ ^.^

#also it's kinda hilarious to think about Fu Hua in this case #Fu Hua fighting Sirin in the Second Eruption...#...but then 15 years later she shows up at St. Freya and walks into her first class only to see grown-up Sirin as the teacher #“oh hi sensei! remember when i almost killed you. then you almost killed me. then you killed my student. good times!”#talk about an awkward situation #honkai impact 3rd #hi3rd #honkai 3rd #sirin honkai #sirin #kiana kaslana #raiden mei #bronya zaychik #murata himeko #rita rossweisse #bonus: Sirin would've been a teen throughout the 2000s #meaning sirin could've been using myspace and early tumblr & early youtube and other ancient relics of the internet :)

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