#rolling with the punches

[strqyr]

tbqh i do kinda want to see cinder lose control of her grimm arm. not in a sense that the grimm will rapidly spread and take control over her completely, but more in a 'cinder chooses not to use it on another maiden but the arm decides to do it anyway' kind of way.

#rwby #cinder fall #something something cinder chose to use it before #and when she doesn't the choice is taken away from her anyway #which begs the question if there really was a choice to begin with #anyway i think there's precedence for something like that #with how the arm has done it's own thing #and cinder's been there like ???? horrifying but okay. i guess this is a thing now????? #rolling with the punches #(until your own arm punches you)

[samandcolby-ownme]

fic momma may we have the cover for the Zach one shot that you said you were working on??? Only if it’s done of course 💖

Only because you asked so nicely 🖤

#samandcolby-ownme #Zach justice #anon #anon ask #rolling with the punches #coming soon #in the works #updates

[jesse-cosay]

Hey besties if you haven't read Rolling With the Punches, then you totally should

#infinity train #rolling with the punches #tulip olsen #kez infinity train #mikayla infinity train #tulip infinity train #infinity train mikayla #infinity train kez #infinity train tulip #i needed to pratice drawing poses and low and behold #skaters actually have cool references #i apologize for the lack of knee pads bc i struggled to find references with them but maybe next time ill just ask Jackie #yellow's art

[2000snotebook]

The Chronic Cranes’ fearless leader! A gift for @msbadatnamingthings ‘s fic Rolling with the Punches!

#infinity train #addae art #rolling with the punches #grace mornroe

[bleeding-letters]

Can we have a Hero abused by system and Villain finds out and rescues them por favor

¡Claro que sí! Es una idea delicioso. Me encantola. ¡Gracias, anon!

Rolling with the Punches

Tw: blood, mention of wounds, probably missed something, lmk if I did

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“Well, well, well. Look what we have here.”

The hero whipped around to find the source of the voice. They thought they were alone. They thought no one would find them here. The darkness pressed in.

“So scared, so… jumpy. Its almost like you’re afraid of me.” Hero turned back the other way. A hiss escaped them as that burning pain started in their abdomen again.

“Oh, you’re injured too? My, someone’s having a bad night.” The voice was everywhere but nowhere at the same time which, didn’t seem possible. The darkness pressed closer. Hero needed to get out of there.

“No I’m not. What do you want?” Hero prayed the voice would not notice the lie and could just forget it. They brushed their hand over the wound as if they could say, ‘look, no pain here’ without actually saying it. Their voice would betray them. But Hero was greeted with silence. They curled their hands into fists, but froze when they realized their fist was sticky.

Blood. Their hand was covered in blood. This was bad. Not good, not good, not good at all. Hero looked down to see a dark splotch forming in their costume. Leader would not like-

“You’re bleeding.” The shadows convulsed and twisted, taking the form of an all-too-familiar figure. Great.

“Villain. What are you doing here?”

“Hero, I- forget that. You’re- who did this to you?”

“I… It happened during training, I-” A wave of dizziness took over them. Hero didn’t remember falling, but somehow they were now in the villain’s arms. They gently guided them to the ground, keeping a hand pressed to Hero’s wound.

Villain looked around. Where was the closest hospital? Could they even take them there? No, they decided. Hero would have to come to their base. They couldn’t trust a big place to take care of their needs without taking the risk of losing their identity.

“Hero, I need you to come with me. C’mon, get up.”

“No… no please… A-Agent, Agent I- I tried… No!” Hold on, what?! What was happening? Was this a flashback? A trick? Did they think Villain was one of them? And now they didn’t trust the other heroes to take care of Hero either. No, they realized the only one they could trust right now was themselves. And they would need time to sort this one out.

Villain tried to pick up the hero, only for them to flinch terribly and fall completely limp. Now they were unconscious??? What was going on?

Trick or not, that wasn’t a good sign. They needed to go. Now.

#writing #heroes and villains #hero x villain #villain x hero #rolling with the punches #an answer thou shalt receive #tw.blood #tw.wounds #asks

[ataleofthreemonkeys]

Adjustments

I've commented many times over the years about the sad state of my back. Of course, I just assumed that I had a bad back from the many injuries sustained while cheerleading and in martial arts. Then I had that incident with a client who flipped me onto concrete and the professionals told me THEN that the injury would have lifelong affects. I just never realized the extent.

After the twins, my thyroid shut down again, I gained MORE weight, and I had even more back problems. Of course, this time I was blaming the strain that the twin pregnancy took. I mean, they even dislocated my pelvic bone and I had trouble walking at all and well....everything in my body took a beating.

May of 2021 everything came to a head. I was in the boys room and my spine had a weird feeling and all of a sudden my thighs on both legs started convulsing and then went paralyzed. I could feel them, but I couldn't move them AT ALL. I was in the hospital for five days while they ran many tests. Nothing was conclusive, but that seemed to be the trigger point. After that incident, the paralysis episodes came more and more frequently. I was sustaining injuries from falls left and right. I was having more tests, but the only thing they conclusively ruled out was MS. I can't even roll over in bed. If I move a quarter turn, everything from my L4 vertebrae to my knees goes into a paralysis episode. Then I have to wait for it to pass, move a little bit again and then wait for the next episode to pass. I have been put on many medications for pain and nerve issues, but nothing touches it.

Anyway, the final diagnosis was arachnoiditis and ankylosing spondylitis. I had never heard of arachnoiditis. It's painful and debilitiating and there's no good treatment or cure. The amount of pain that I'm in on a daily basis often takes my breath away and there have been many mornings that I wake up crying and just wish for it to end. There's a reason it has the nickname of "The Suicide Disease". Of course, I have my three children and my husband to keep me grounded and reminded why I fight my way through every day. I have a wheelchair now for when I do out of house activities. I chose a manual wheelchair because I want to still be as active as I can, but it's hard because, as I said, I've gained a LOT of weight. I've been told so many times that I should have bariatric surgery, but my insurance refuses to cover it, even for medical reasons. I'm trying very hard to do as much exercise as possible and to strengthen my upper arms, but it's slow going and often frustrating. I have every faith in myself that I can do it, though. I'm looking forward to seeing how far I've progressed come this time next year.

#arachnoiditis #ankylosing spondylitis #spinal cord injury #disability #rolling with the punches #life challenges #rising to the challenge

[soulinkpoetry]

Rolling with the punches….

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#rolling with the punches #soulinkpoetry #rejection #poetry #she writes #tumblr poets #thoughts #feelings #that’s life

[frownyalfred]

Imagine being Alfred during Batman Begins when Bruce leaves to “find himself.” Alfred is worried, but reminds himself that all rich men do this and he’s probably just going to come back as a worldly, obnoxious vegetarian. Then Bruce shows up several years later buff as hell and it’s like no, he’s a ninja. he’s a ninja and he wants to terrorize Gotham in a bat costume.

#late night thoughts #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batman begins #alfred pennyworth #the man has been rolling with the punches since day one at wayne manor

[priscilla9993]

I’m swear I’m going to come back with whump once I get back on my laptop but right now, I’m a little delirious after a graveyard shift and I decided I was going to get my car the help it needs.

My wink wonky car, holding on by a thread of doubts and dreams, has been beeping and blinking its way to making me concerned. Found out ten minutes ago that the sensors that were low for a long time coming, super low last week, went dead this morning. I’ve been leaving off replacing them for 2 years since I got the car bc the little chugga chugga was whack on deciding if it was landing the spinning wheel on low tire air pressure or healthy, ornamental repair needed in my mind.

But all jokes aside, if my tire ever went flat or super low pressured without me replacing the sensors today, future me would end up not knowing if there’s an ACTUAL problem and that’d be way worse.

*wheeze* In the end, the total comes out to 300 dollareedoos to fix it and if I had planned to save money yesterday from my measly paycheck, plans change.

#toughest battles for the silliest soldiers #I’m not even surprised at this point #rolling with the punches #car troubles #feeling overworked and underpaid atm but I’m grateful to have something #I can save again but it will take time #pris speaks

[zoe-oneesama]

He might be a little biased, but he is friend to all who have the heart of a hero.

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#I drew this soooooooo long ago #since it's all but canon that he's a literal (magic) empath through his music #I imagine being linked to the butterfly would enhance it to the point of being crippling at first #OR he'd already be pretty used to it so he'd roll with the punches immediately and better than most #hard to say #my art #luka #butterfly!luka #butterfly miraculous #kwami swap

[dcxdpdabbles]

Dauntless Matchmaker Part 2

Danny knew that his strange new boss was rich. He figured that much out by the overly priced suit and the wad of cash, but when he followed him into an Uber, he never thought he would wind up at the Waynes.

Everyone knew who the Waynes were. Danny personally thought it was no exaggeration when people called Bruce Wayne the Prince of Gotham.

He thought it fit the lovable man far more than the title of White Knight. It wasn't that Bruce didn't do the most out of all the ultra-rich to help the city, but rather, it mirrored the Dark Knight too much.

Danny thinks Bruce Wayne and Batman were too different to be compared like that. At least Mr. Wayne is real.

"Welcome home, Master Damian." The butler said as soon as the two walked through the door. His intrigued eyes slowly glanced at Danny, causing the teenager to stand straighter. "And who might our guest be?"

"I believed he was here for Drake." The young boy- apparently named Damian, fibs. Danny is a little impressed that he can sound so uncaring about what is happening despite being the whole reason he is here.

Danny knows that his job is to fool the butler and act like he isn't very aware of Damian. He offers the man his best smile. "Yeah, I came to see Tom. "

The older gentleman raises a brow while Damian shoots him a look of utter venom. Danny fights the urge to cower underneath the boy's displeasure. That is one nasty scowl the boy had.

"I am afraid Master Tim, is currently unavailable in his room"

Aw, crude, he said the wrong name. "Um, I know he said he needed a few minutes to get ready, but I was allowed to go up to his room. I'm sorry, sir I'm a little nervous."

"I see," The other says carefully before sharing a look with Damian. There is a moment where the two just stare at each other, and after a few small hand signs- sign language, maybe?- the butler clears his throat.

"That's quite alright, young man. You may go to Master Tim's room. It's up the main stairway on the third level, fifth door on the right."

Danny practically ran to the stairs, throwing a quick "Thank you, sir!" as he scurried away from the Butler and his boss. The boy still looked greatly displeased with his performance.

He prays he gets better at it once he speaks with Tom-er Tim and gets their story straight. Curious, He glances around, taking in the tasteful night pictures of Gotham City and the scattered few statues.

His breath catches when he sees a large frame photo of a man lying on an old couch looking into the far distance, his smile curving with mischievous glee and the sunlight reflecting the blue of his eyes.

There is a background of an old library, but the sun streaming through the window drapes him with a glow that makes the other man seem otherworldly.

It feels like it should be a painting, but it is so clearly a photograph that Danny has half a mind to wonder if someone who looked like that could possibly be real.

"Wow." He breathes, stepping closer to the frame.

"Wow, yourself." A gruff voice suddenly says, making Danny jump. Whirling around, he finds a boy about his age leaning on the doorframe.

It takes Danny a moment to realize that he is the subject of the art he was just admiring. But while the teenager in the photo seemed like a visiting angel, draped gracefully put together the teenager before him is, in a slight word, a mess.

He was wearing an oversized, fluffy, red open bathrobe. He seemed to only bother to slip on some baggy sweatpants and one sock. His hair didn't seem to have been combed in days, and there were dreadful bags underneath his eyes.

Despite that, Danny felt his heart flutter slightly when he made eye contact with the other.

"Who are you?" The stranger asks, voice a soft mutter.

"Um...I'm looking for Tim?"

"You found him." There is a half smile, but it falls quickly as the boy's demeanor seems to grow sad. Welp, his boss did say he was recently heartbroken.

"Oh great! I was told by Damian to do this when I found you." He places his hand on the wall, knocking six times, pausing for a few seconds, then knocking four.

Tim's face flashes through emotions faster than Danny can understand before the other teens' eyes water. That's all the warning he gets just as Tim bursts into tears.

He has no idea what's happening, but Danny's protective core has him rushing forward to bring the sobbing boy into his arms. He fumbles for a few seconds, unsure if it's welcome, until Tim melts into him, sobbing softly into his chest.

"It's okay. Shh. Shhhh. It's alright, everything will be alright. Why don't we head to your room?"

"Okay," The other whimpers. Danny helps him to his room, trying his best to offer as much support as possible. He is just starting to wonder if he should offer to get him some water or something when Tim kicks the door close, and the tears are all gone.

"Alright, we managed to fool Alfred. He was watching from the stairway," Tim whispers, leaning in close to Danny's face. He gave the startled half-ghost a sneer. "Now, who are you, and why did Damian send you to be my fake boyfriend?"

"Wait, you guys have a code for fake dating? That's what that was?"

"That's not important. I want to know what your objective is."

Danny tells him everything that Damian has told him since finding him. It's only been a few hours since he was fired and since he was taken by Damian.

Tim took it all in without much emotion.

"So you're here as my pity date to get Alfred to leave me alone? And was the Demon Brat the one to hire you? A likely story."

"No, I swear everything I've said is true."

"Oh, and I bet Batman is going to come out of the closet, too," The other said, rolling his eyes.

Danny frowns. "Batman isn't real."

At once, Tim's entire body seemed to have frozen. He blinks slowly, almost as if he is delayed in the reaction. "What did you just say?"

"Batman isn't real," Danny repeats slower, suddenly afraid for Tim's mental health. Next thing he knows, Tim will say the tooth fairy is real.

"Yes, he is."

"No, that's what the government wants you to think so they can hunt him down."

Tim blicks even slower before a blush starts to climb along his cheekbones. He reaches up to play with the hair at the back of his neck. "If that's true, then what is Batman really?"

"A ghost," Danny says confidently and Tim's face grows even redder. It's....endearing.

"You're weird," Tim says, looking away. His gaze lands on a hanging mirror, seemingly taken aback by his reflection. "Oh, I haven't showered in a few days, have I? Do you mind?"

Danny shakes his head, smiling. "No, go ahead. "

Noehter notices the small boy who moves away from Tim's door. And if that boy happened to be pumping his fist into the air in celebration well, that's no one business but Damian's

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Dauntless Matchmaker #Part 2 #Tim has a type #When you accept weird jobs you roll with the punches #Damian found a conspry guy #Danny doesn't belive in Batman

[iamnmbr3]

So you know the scene at the end of The Taming of The Shrew where they have that stupid competition to see whose wife is most obedient? Can you imagine if other Shakespeare characters were there?

Ophelia: You called, My Lord?

Hamlet: No I didn’t. Why are you here when nobody likes you? Go away!

Petruchio: Even I think that’s mean.

Romeo: Go find Juliet and ask her if she would come here and tell her she has the most beautiful eyes, that make the very sun seem dull, and the loveliest hair and a face that puts to shame Aphrodite herself...oh and bring her this sonnet I wrote her...and actually I’ll go find her myself for I can’t bear to be apart from her another moment!

Petruchio: …

Petruchio: … Yeah he’s not coming back. Next!

Coriolanus: Go find my wife and ask her to come here and also ask her if she's seen Aufidius. Actually, have you seen Aufidius...or heard any news of him?

Servant: No I haven't… Is there a name or a description I could use to find your wife?

Coriolanus: Hold on. I know this one.

Petruchio: Wow... We’ll come back to you. Next!

Orlando: I refuse to participate in this farce. It’s demeaning to women.

“Ganymede”: Nonsense! Any real man (which I totally am) wants women to obey him without question!

Orlando: That’s wrong! That’s not being a “real man”; that’s just being a bully. I would never treat Rosalind that way and I hope no one else would either!

“Ganymede”: … You pass the test.

Orlando: What?

"Ganymede": What?

Benedick: HEY BEATRICE!

Beatrice from 3 rooms away: WHAT?

Benedick: CAN YOU COME HERE A SECOND?

Beatrice: WHY?

Benedick: SOME MAN HERE WANTS TO SEE IF YOU’RE OBEDIENT.

Beatrice: WHY ARE YOU PERPETUATING THE OBJECTIFICATION OF WOMEN INSTEAD OF PUNCHING HIM IN THE FACE?

Benedick: YOU MEAN YOU DON’T WANT TO COME HERE AND SHOW OFF YOUR OBEDIENCE? I AM SHOCKED AND HEARTBROKEN!

Beatrice: HA. HA. SO HILARIOUS.

Beatrice: … HE STILL DOESN’T SOUND VERY PUNCHED IN THE FACE. I SUGGEST YOU FIX THAT UNLESS YOU WANT TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH FOREVER!

Benedick: ON IT!

Benedick *rolling up his sleeves*: Isn’t she great?

#Petruchio: Why are you rolling up your sleeves? You’re not just going to let some woman tell you what to— *gets hit right in the jaw* #Benedick: She is not *punch* “some woman”! *punch* She’s *punch* Beatrice! *punch* #Benedick: WAS THAT ENOUGH DARLING? #Beatrice: YEAH! SOUNDS GOOD #Petruchio to “Ganymede”: YOU'RE a man after my own heart. Will you help me up? #“Ganymede”: I am neither a man nor after any heart but Orlando's. *punches him while he still is trying to work that out* #Coriolanus: We’re fighting? Who are we fighting? Is it Aufidius? #listen. after they get together Beatrice and Benedick are THAT couple and they absolutely make that everyone's problem #humor #Shakespeare #Shakespearean shenanigans #the taming of the shrew #much ado about nothing #hamlet #Coriolanus #As you like it #gen

[soliusss]

dream I had last week

#there was more but I did not feel like drawing more #lots of one piece dreams lately. dreamt about being friends with Mihawk and buggy Christmas Eve. but usually it's doffy what does this mean #sir crocodile #donquixote doflamingo #dofuwani #daz bones #solius art #one piece #dream was that I was forced to chaperone doflamingo at some kind of tavern to see crocodile #and then they started making out and then had a really violent divorce fight #cartoonishly rolling around on the floor shit #punching the shit outta each other #funniest thing eber #what does it mean I don't know

[teleostuber]

chao partyyy

#roll around punch have fun etc #sonic the hedgehog #dark chao #hero chao #chao #chao garden #chao sonic #drawing #this is oil pastels + digital collage btw!

[rawliverandgoronspice]

I think what chronically upsets me about TotK is that. So much of it could have been so good with so little change.

I am into Zelda as a sacrificial, wondrous and silenced creature who must literally carry the blade of the hero as a wound inside her forehead and silently wait to be humanized again --and the injustice of a kingdom built on such a premice doomed to repeat itself, especially if the kingdom was founded on such dubious grounds to begin with. I am into Ganondorf forcing the present to reckon with the past through the most violent clash, forsaking everything that made him a person while sinking down into petty vindictiveness until no connection and no humanity remains, even though independance was what he was trying to protect in the first place. I am into Link as somebody trying to hold onto his most important connection to the world he once knew being used to force him into a conflict that has ultimately nothing to do with him (sure that's SS again but, it could have been explored even further). I am into Rauru as this self-important, self-made king who used his own association to godhood to live out a power fantasy that refuses to ever be acknowledge as such, maybe compounded by the fact he is one of the last of his species and feel, himself, the crushing weight of their fading heritage?

I don't know, the Tears of the Kingdom or something????

But, it all tragically depends on one crucial thing, which is to allow hylians to be wrong sometimes.

And it's wild to me how all of this incredible potential to comment on the series' history and the characters' role in it is just. Flattened into nothing, because Good must be Good and Evil must be Evil, and Hyrule must be righteous at literally every cost --even if it means nervously rewriting their own history through convoluted logic that rejects conflict and depth and vulnerability at every turn.

#totk #totk critical #rauru #zelda #link #ganondorf #when will my brain return from the imprisoning war... #what offends me personally is that the game pretends to have written this heartwrenching tragedy #when objectively nothing has consequences and nobody (except maybe rauru and that's weak af) learns anything about their own flaws #look nintendo tragedies are My Shit you can't fool me into pretending you did a good job #especially when the execution is so so botched #you can't punch sonia's spine off and have ganondorf make a gary's mode face about it and pretend you wrote a good story like come on #also “man sad because wife died because bad guy is bad :(” is beyond level 0 of tragedy #it *can* be pulled off without making me roll my eyes with enough depth given to everybody involved #but this just wasn't it