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nouklea · 10 months

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You know you ship a little too much when you hear some Kenny Logging on the radio and the first thing that comes to your mind is :

Hey! If someone was to do a Top Gun Wednesday she would totally be Maverick, with Enid as Goose, meaning Ajax is Meg Ryan, and Tyler is the bartender/son of Admiral Donavan, and Bianca is Iceman, and… (I know I mixed the two movies)

And suddenly you stop and order your brain not to go there! Don’t! Don’t do that to me, brain!

#i will NOT write this fic #free prompt #serve yourself #weyler fanfiction #weyler #wednesday x tyler #tyler x wednesday #wednesday addams #tyler galpin #wednesday netflix #top gun au

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paulinecrosen · 9 months

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#money #serve yourself #chevron #apparel #age regession #installation

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bulldog-butch · 4 months

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i’ll be honest i think we put way too much emphasis on ragging on people for who they’re not attracted to or don’t wanna have sex with than just making sure people are treating people they’re not attracted too with the same level of decency and respect that they give to people they are into. like i think it’s very important to deconstruct why you might not be attracted to fat people, or masculine lesbians, or trans people, or people of races that are not your own, but at the end of the day our brains are weird as hell and we ultimately have very little control over who we end up attracted to. but what you do have control over is how you interact with and treat people that you’re not interested in. this is not even to mention that being attracted to a certain feature doesn’t even necessarily mean that you’re treating those people with respect!!!!

i can only speak to my own identities, but at the end of the day i don’t care if you’re not attracted to me because i’m fat or because i’m trans or because i’m masculine. what i do absolutely care about is that you recognize that just because i’m not your cup of tea, doesn’t mean those qualities are inherently unattractive and doesn’t make me any less deserving of respect and kindness

#anyways merry christmas #i’ve just had this thought jostling around for a long time #there are plenty of things i’m not attracted to but 1. that doesn’t mean i’m gonna go around talking about it because that serves no purpos #and 2. i’m not going to treat people differently just because i don’t think they’re attractive #it for some reason rubs me the wrong way when i see posts that are like ‘if you’re not attracted to fat or trans people than kill yourself’#because hey guys guess what #if everyone was attracted to fat people fatphobia would still exist #bork bork!

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muteddreamssilentscreams · 2 years

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A little reminder that you can literally unfollow anyone at any time. And you should! If it's not creating a net positive, get 👏🏽it 👏🏽the 👏🏽fuck 👏🏽out 👏🏽of 👏🏽your 👏🏽sight. Social media is like one of the easiest things you can curate to your taste. In an instant babes!!

#serve yourself #and thats that on that #youre welcome

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allgremlinart · 2 months

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"Aang's arc and his actions in the finale were about him choosing attachment over his duty." Well, almost. But no. Because he very much did do his duty. Saved the world, stopped Ozai, restored balance, etc etc. He just did so in a way that did not sacrifice his attachments - to his culture or to his sense of self.

#I've seen a lot of ppl frame it as a 'individual vs obligation' thing and that the show #ultimately sends the message that your individual needs are more important than the needs of the #many - but like it DOESNT. the point is that you can serve the greater good without #having to SACRIFICE your own individual needs... you dont have to lose yourself....#atla

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mossycobblestonewrites · 23 days

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fu k it we ball

DANNY PHANTOM PROMPT!!

Danny has been adopted by the ancient of space, which was super cool and all, but came with it's own set of problems. Danny was changing, physically and mentally. Before his ghost adoption, Danny had assumed that his experiences were 'normal'. Technically they were, technically the feeling of otherness was Clockworks fault. Technicalities were NOT a Danny problem right now though.

The problem right now, was Danny staring directly into the sun as the moon danced it's way to cover it. This was not supposed to be a problem. Danny was not the only one observing this astral phenomenon. He was the only one floating towards the sky though.

He did not expect to go ghost out of sheer instinct, and he could only thank the ancients that he wasn't out in the streets. He was at least partially covered in some dingy alleyway, ya know, like a gentleman. Which is great and all, but there was also a reason he was in a dingy alleyway, and that reason may or may not have guns.

TLDR;; Danny has been recently adopted by the ancient of space, this is super great and super cool but it has lead to situations™ the latest of which being triggered by a solar eclipse. Danny, while being chased by either his parents, the giw, or some sort of supers (dcxdp my beloved) is frozen by the eclipse triggering some sort of transformation that sort of cements his status as ghostling of the space ancient

I feel like I've word vomited this,, and it does NOT make sense but I am NOT caring right now. Maybe it will make sense later but I'm also in class right now so no dice 😍

#incoherent rambling #danny phantom #danny gets adopted by the anciet of space #Eldritch transformation #solar eclipse #dc x dp #sort of #if you squint and do it yourself #there is an idea #its also a bad one #ive been cooking but too scared to serve

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assassin-artist · 1 month

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me when my bird gf stands emotionless in the corner of a dark room watching me get ready for our date night [WIP]

#i havent drawn my gods in forever. i miss them... the geefs...#my art #my oc #oc art #goddess crow #goddess seraphine #serve yourself #digital art #artists on tumblr #illustration #wip #work in progress

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starry-bi-sky · 4 months

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Clone^2 Damian

If you really think about, Damian's situation in the clone^2 au is... kinda tragic? Especially in the early months of his arrival. Like,,, think about it. Damian has always known he was a clone of Damian Wayne, that he was a copy of the blood son. There was nothing 'original' about him, not even his name (of which at least Danny has that). He was just... a replacement. A disposable one, to boot.

And he knew that, to an extent, by the time he was six years old. he might not have been actively acknowledging it -- he's six years old -- but deep down he knew. And like, he's six years old. Every small child craves the love and affection of an adult, especially their parents, and even though he knew he was clone, I imagine he still considered - and still does consider, somewhat - Talia and Bruce as his mother and father. And I really doubt he was... getting it?

Now, I know Talia loves Damian, her son. At least in some interpretations she does, and in this au she does. But... a clone of her son? I'm not so certain if she would have the same affection for baby Dames as she would for Damian. I don't think she would treat him badly, but I don't think Talia would treat him warmly either. Kinda just, distant. Colder than she would have been with OG Damian.

And, I know I've mentioned Damian's arrival from Danny's point of view, and its kind of comical kind of insane from his perspective -- a little boy clone of Damian Wayne falls through a portal and immediately attacks him. That sounds like a bad joke.

But, if you think of this from Damian's point of view? It's like he just got dropped into a scary movie. Like, think about it. You're six years old, and suddenly a portal, as green and as swirling as your grandfather's pools, opens up beneath your feet and sucks you through.

After an intense bout of vertigo, you end up in a massive, urban city -- completely different from the rural mountain palace that you lived in for the last six years of your life, and in this city, you don't know any of the language. You don't know what anyone is saying, you can't read any of the signs - you are completely stranded, away from home.

And then, to make things worse, you're facing a figure with a terrifying mask and eyes as burning green as the portal you fell through. Of course Damian's first instinct, six years old, is to attack. He's terrified.

And this figure, he's not a good fighter, but he's fast, and he dodges you quickly. He grabs your sword with his hands, and tries to restrain you, saying something in a language you don't know. Naturally, Damian is just scared. He's six! He'd just be learning how to read if he was normal child going to school.

This figure halfway through the fight yanks off his mask -- he realizes you're scared -- and looking at you now, is a youthful version of your father. This is a clone of your dad, someone you have never met but, six years old, still wants to. Damian gets defensive. This is an imposter.

But this imposter eventually gets you home with him - and he's using his little box, his phone, to communicate with you through a mechanical voice speaking in arabic. and it's frustrating. The boy, the imposter, can say whatever to you just fine, but trying to talk back is a hassle and a half. He's six, he doesn't have that much patience.

He wants to go home.

And so he keeps trying to run away. He keeps trying to find out of this hellish concrete jungle, and he keeps getting lost. It's loud, and busy, and there are people talking to you and you don't understand them, and there are rules and signs you don't understand - Damian tries to cross the street and nearly gets hit by a car. He doesn't know how the road signs work, he was never taught. They didn't get to that.

And he gets lost. And it gets dark, and Damian is brave, but he is six, and this is the worst stress he's been under in all his six years of life. He wants, desperately more than anything, to go home. Why wouldn't he? The only stable... semi-stable environment he was in just got ripped out from under his feet, literally! He wants his mother.

And it's not happening.

But there's something good to be said, at least. The imposter that looks like his father always comes and finds him, no matter what. He could have left that morning, and he will find Damian at midnight, frazzled and worried, and carrying an extra jacket with him because it is cold in Amity Park and Damian is six years old.

And sometimes Damian attacks him - he's scared and stressed and he doesn't want to be here. And every time he catches the sword. Even though Damian can see it cut into his hand and pearls of blood well up and stains his fingers. Even though Damian can see him wince in pain and bite his lip, he still catches it.

But with that little box, he coaxes Damian to come back with him. It's cold, it's dark, Amity Park is unsafe at night. They can figure something out tomorrow, please. And every time, he agrees, reluctantly. And the imposter takes the extra jacket he brought with -- a flannel, a hoodie, a jacket -- and he wraps it around him. It's warm, Damian's clothes are not that thick, and even though he thinks he might hate this imposter, he still sticks close to his legs as he leads him down the street.

And sometimes the imposter carries him, because Damian's shoes are not that thick, and he cuts his foot on broken glass while they're walking home. The imposter sits in the bathroom with him and carefully cleans the cut out, and makes sure it doesn't get infected.

There's hope you know, he still has it. His mother will be looking for him. She'll be worried. He's important to them. Damian may not be the original, but he is still a blood son. He is still her son. She will come find him. This nightmare will end soon. He can go home.

And then weeks pass, and nothing. Then months, and nothing. His family is not coming for him, and it hurts. Hurts more than anything. And yet while that happens, the boy he's attacked, and hurt, teaches himself arabic in order to speak to him. He takes Damian out of the house one afternoon and buys him new clothes, or tries to. And then he keeps buying him new clothes. He gives him blankets and gives up his bed to him until they can get him one himself, and steadily he teaches Damian english.

This boy is kind. Kinder than Damian's ever experienced, and he doesn't know what to do with it. He's devastated by the fact that he is not as important to his family as his family is to him. What do you do when you're six years old and you learn something like that? When a random stranger who looks like your father is kinder to you, and cares more about you than your family did?

And then Damian tells him he's a clone. He's Damian Wayne's clone, and he tells him his purpose - that their grandfather made him to kill him. And the boy, the imposter, Damian thinks he probably already knows that he's a clone. But he doesn't say that. He just nods, and asks him if he wants to tell his original about him.

Damian says no. He doesn't want to. He's tired of living in the shadow of his original. He wants to keep this to himself. This is his. For once, all of this is his.

And to his surprise, the imposter doesn't try and convince him otherwise. He just nods, and says okay. And when Damian asks why, the imposter - his brother - looks at him and says.

"I don't care about Damian Wayne. I care about you." And in Damian's gobsmacked silence, his brother continues. He tells him that if Damian doesn't want to tell his original that he exists, then they don't need to. They don't need to worry about the LoA going after him, because clearly if his 'grandfather' needs to make a clone of Damian in order to take him out, then whatever it was that Damian Wayne was doing to keep himself safe, was working.

"Wayne already has people in his corner, he's got Gotham's army of vigilantes to keep himself safe." his brother says with his eyes as blue as moonlight. "You, however. Do not." And he continues, and says that if Damian Wayne has the same training as Damian does, then he will be fine. He doesn't need to be aware of his clone. Because if DW doesn't know about Damian, then the LoA doesn't either.

And here's the thing. Damian would not have survived in the LoA for long. Not as a clone. No matter what, he was going to die no matter what he did, and sooner rather than later. The sword of Damocles was always hanging above his head in the League of Assassins.

That portal, and meeting Danny, saved his life. There's no way around it. And to an extent Damian knows this even at six years old. He may not be aware that he would've died, but he knows that meeting Danny was the best thing to happen to him.

It's no wonder after that, that Damian is as clingy to Danny as he is. Danny is the first person he's met to offer him unconditional love, with no strings attached, only pure affection.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpdc #dpxdc crossover #clone^2 #like god can you imagine how scared he must've been? how afraid? he just wants his mom - only to realize he doesnt even matter to her #dpxdc au #danny fenton is not the ghost king #this poor kid man. no wonder he latched onto danny the moment he gave up on the league like a leech. he's a six year old kid man and #it doesnt matter how smart he is or how mature he acts. he still is six years old. he still needs that validation and affection from adults #or from people older than him. and his emotional needs were just not being met in the league.#cue the song “two” from sleeping at last - some of their songs are very clone^2 honestly.#'sweetheart you look a little tired. when did you last eat? come in and make yourself right at home. stay as long as you need.'#'tell me is something wrong? if something's wrong you can count on me'#'its okay if you can't find the words. let me take your coat and this weight off of your shoulders'#'like a force to be reckoned with. am i the ocean or a gentle kiss. i will love you with every single thing i have'#'like a tidal wave i'll make a mess. or calm waters if that serves you best'#'i will love you without any strings attached'#like just. just *imagine* being in damian's shoes during all of this. he's *six* you guys. i've worked with six year olds and they're #pretty independent but they're still six. they get excited when they see their parents and they get upset when an adult is angry with them.#they're still developing their motor skills. they're still developing everything else!

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riccissance · 5 months

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jackieshauna and sainthood is such a rich topic and it's been stuck in my head for a while now. jackie definitely has saint vibes, but i think there's an argument to be made that shauna is the saint and jackie is the god she devotes her life to. shauna constructs this elaborate shrine of punishment and shame that at it's core is a twisted form of worship. she suffers because of jackie and she suffers for jackie and that suffering defines her entire existence. the saints are all tragic, after all. and it adds another layer to their connection if shauna sees jackie as her saint but shauna has actually become the saint, just like she tried to become jackie. it's yet another form of consumption and jackie's actual body was the communion that started it all

i also love the idea of saints having visions of god while shauna gets visions of jackie

#not that shauna herself is saintlike but the level of devotion is #jackieshauna the codependent toxic bffs of all time #what if she was your saint but you are her saint #and you try to brute force yourself into the life she might've had because she didn't live long enough to see it #but it doesn't actually fit either of you so all it brings is pain and suffering that serves no purpose except to construct a mausoleum #i am losing my mind over them #yellowjackets #shauna shipman #jackie taylor #jackieshauna

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basuralindo · 7 months

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You know what? Fuck the whole "you have so much more to offer the world" take on encouragement. Enough of that shit. What does the world have to offer you?

If it's been so unkind that you don't wanna go on, then the universe owes you a dept of joy, and you owe it to yourself to stick around and make it deliver.

Who gives a shit what other people can gain from you? What's your favorite drink? Where would you wanna travel some day? Which bands are you looking forward to new albums from? What season do you wanna see again and again?

The world has so much left to offer you, and you deserve the best of it.

#idfk how to tag this #writing #trash talk #self worth #reasons to live #don't mind me it's 2am and I'm pissed again at the way people assign value to a human life #you're not here to serve you're here to live. give yourself nice things and don't ask if you deserve it

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ypno-enthusiast · 10 months

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The appeal of hypnosis is the way it makes things simple. Without any bells or whistles it makes everything narrow down to one thing that matters, one thing that is going to happen to you laid out in plain terms as you watch it unfold.

The nervousness I feel constantly otherwise is swallowed up by the story being woven around me, and it’s lovely.

It’s experience without stakes, with all the sensations of stakes still there to spice it up.

Anything can happen and it will be fine and I can’t be wrong because I am merely a vassal for my narrator. It is all meant to happen as it does, so it will.

#I watched something tonight that made me reflect on this #devotion to something infinitely larger than yourself #to serve as a limb #hypnosis #my posts

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