#so in that sense i have posted it extensively

[dfortrafalgar]

would you be interested in a more Platonic type fic? Like being good friends with Robin?

alternatively if it has to be romantic: Law being forced on a disaster of a date only to meet a super helpful (comic) bookshop employee and she starts seeming cute when he finds out she has similar interests? (Boy probably went into cardiac arrest at first when someone caught him not being broody)

hope this isn’t too much!

and you’re doing awesome!

thank you so much for your request, anon!!!! im actually going to use both of your ideas, but i started with the Law one because that hit seriously close to home. ive been on some absolute TRAVESTIES of dates in the past, and i needed to write law suffering through a similar fate or i'd die!!!!! I hope you enjoy, and pretty soon I'll post your platonic Robin request as well! I love writing platonic stories just as much as romantic ones <3

An Out.

Law x Fem Reader

Law made the mistake of letting his friends talk him into a first date… and now he desperately needs an out. Fast.

Warnings: an absolute disaster of a first date for our wonderful nerdy man. modern au, implied college setting, some mild slight suggestive language but nothing more than that

Trafalgar Law tried in vain to recount the series of events that led up to this very moment.

There was the dusty apartment floor discussion about how the med-student hadn’t gotten laid yet, which was followed by a raunchy comment about a girl in someone’s class, it was revealed that this girl was single (‘and ready to mingle’), and her number was forcibly input into Law’s phone.

For the week that followed, he was inundated with flirty texts from this girl he had never met in person.  He was forced to send her a picture of himself, mostly to get her to stop blowing up his texts every hour, and that was the next mistake in the line-up of unfortunate events.

Turned out she had a thing for facial hair.

Then, instead of getting pestered with general flirty messages, it was general flirty messages that were ramped up to a nine.  ‘I’d rip your clothes off if you give me the opportunity,’ kind of nine.

Law knew he was a virgin, but at least he wasn’t this desperate, nor did he have any inclination to be.  If anything, the texts he received from this stranger were making him want sex even less.

And yet… he was still pushed into this.

A date around downtown with this girl.  She clung to his arm, tried to loop her fingers into his, and yet had absolutely no interest in anything he had to say.  At all.

First red flag: she mentioned her ex.  Three times.  In four minutes.  Everything was about what he did wrong to upset her, no self-awareness to be found.  Second red flag: the clinginess.  Law hated public affection, but any attempts to urge her to give him space resulted in a childish pout and her arms caged around his, almost pulling him to the ground.  Third red flag: she couldn’t give two shits about Law, in any sense of the word.  She wouldn’t stop talking about herself.  Her looks, her clothes, her favorite music, her favorite shows to binge watch, her distaste for the area of the city they were in, her distaste for the lunch Law had [regretfully] paid for, her distaste for the speckled jeans he decided to wear…

He could feel the premature wrinkles forming in between his eyebrows the longer the date went on.  He was starting to wonder if he’d have to throw out the shirt he was wearing later.  It already reeked of the too-strong, powdery-scented perfume she bathed herself in.

“Where do you wanna go?” she suddenly asked, still tugging on his arm.

“I kinda want to stop by the bookstore before we leave,” he suggested, his feet already carrying him, and by extension, her, along the sidewalk to a small bookshop that had just recently opened.

“The bookstore?  What kinda guy brings a girl to a bookstore on a first date?!” she demanded, showing off yet another childish pout.  It wasn’t a good look on her.

‘A guy who knows this girl’s not getting a second date,’ he wished he could say.  Instead, all the snarky remarks stayed locked inside his weary brain, bouncing around like a caged lion desperate to escape.

The girl didn’t make any motions to ditch him to his nerdy reprieve, and instead followed on his heels as he pulled open the bookshop’s door, the familiar, calming scent of new books, fresh paper, and ink filling his nose.

“It smells gross in here,” the girl huffed.

Aaaand there went Law’s fleeting moment of peace.  Out the window.  Down fifteen stories and splattered on the pavement.  He needed to violently restrain the eyeroll that begged to appear.  His ocular nerves ached to be a dick in the pettiest way possible.  He inwardly hoped that by dragging this girl to the most unassuming bookshop would encourage her to leave, call a friend or get a cab to take her back to her home, but alas, she stayed glued to Law’s side like a lost dog.

She followed behind him as he blindly perused shelves of new and pre-owned books, Law’s feet subconsciously guiding him to the back of the store where he knew the comic books would be located.

If anything would turn this girl off for good, it had to be his love for all things superhero.  His comic book collection would dry her up like a dessert in a drought.  Or at least, it fucking better.

His eyes lit up as he approached the expansive comic shelf, immediately spotting the latest print of Sora: Warrior of the Sea- Volume 10.  It had finally been officially localized, and he had been saving some of his spending money for this very moment.  He eagerly grabbed the book from the shelf, thumbing through the pages.

“How old even are you?” jeered the girl by his side.  “Comic books are, like, little kid shit.”

“I’m five years old,” barked Law, refusing to look toward her as he continued to analyze the pages of his favorite series.

To the average onlooker, they both probably looked like complete jackasses towards one another.  And while Law was at least brave enough to admit that his behavior was certainly petty, he felt like he was warranted a Get Out Of Jerk Free card for all the painful hours of suffering through this atomic catastrophe of a date had put him through.

“Whatever, I’m going to find a bathroom,” the girl finally groaned, releasing his arm and trudging through the aisles of books toward the checkout counter to ask an employee where the bathrooms were located.

Law watched her go out of his peripheral vision, refusing to exhale a sigh of profound relief until she was completely out of his line of sight.  With shoulders that finally relaxed, free from the overbearing tension, he turned his focus back to the comic in his hands, continuing to thumb through the colorful pages of artwork.  He flipped the book around to examine the price, smiling at how reasonable it was.  He filled his arms with a few other comics from a series he had been meaning to pick up, and retreated toward the cash registers to buy his books.  The sooner he got his treat for this ordeal, the sooner he could get out of here, call this girl a taxi home, and spend the rest of his life as a willingly single comic book mega-nerd.

But reality wouldn’t let him off the hook so easily.

Not when the girl sitting behind the register thumbing through another copy of Sora Volume 10 was an absolute bombshell.

When she looked up at Law, her eyes quickly went wide.  She placed the book under the register counter and eagerly leaned forward, her hands supporting her over the counter.  “Are you alright?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Law cocked an eyebrow, confused.  “Yeah, why?”

“That girl you’re with is making you miserable.  You walked through the door looking like you wanted someone to grant you a mercy killing,” she huffed.  Her eyes were clearly concerned.  “Are you dating her?”

Law felt his guard dropping without even realizing it the longer he was in the presence of this cashier.  “My friends set me up on a date with her, but I’m having the absolute worst time of my life.”

The new girl’s own eyebrows angled downward in concern.  “Do you want an out?”

“A what?”

“An out,” she repeated.  “An excuse to get her to leave you alone.”  Time was running out.  At any moment, she could leave the bathroom.

Law frantically looked back and forth between the cashier and the small, short hallway that led to the single restroom.  With pleading, golden eyes, he silently mumbled, “Yes, please.”

The cashier kept her eyes on the bathroom door as she began unloading Law’s hands, spreading his books out on the counter to make it look like she was busy ringing out his purchase.  Law watched with an analytical gaze as she fumbled with his items, clearly buying time until the bathroom door opened.

He didn’t have time to ask what she was plotting.

The second the door cracked open, the man’s shirt collar was violently clenched in the cashier’s hands as she pulled him over the counter, smushing her lips into his.  Law’s fingers flexed in thin air as he froze, brain completely fried as he was frozen in this sudden kiss.

His first kiss.

“What the fuck?!” the girl screeched, exiting the bathroom in a frenzy as she booked it toward the heated exchange happening over the cash register.

The new girl pulled herself away from Law’s face, but only enough where she could display her best rendition of a weary, tired war-torn wife waiting on a cliffside for her husband to return.  “Baby, please just take me back!  My life isn’t complete without you!”  Her voice was cracking as she fake-wailed, her grip on Law’s shirt never faltering, not even once.  The few customers who also occupied the store turned to stare at the commotion, frazzled and befuddled.  “Nothing in life is as good as it was with you!  I’m in shambles!  You were the best sex I’ve ever had!”

It took a few moments for Law to catch on to the ruse.  As soon as he put the puzzle pieces together in his mind, however, he was grabbing the wrists of the cashier and bringing his lips back to hers, closing his eyes and trailing his arms up to grasp her face.  Completely disregarding the fact that they were still separated by the heavy check-out counter between their torsos.

“You were dating someone?!” snapped the original girl.  “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Law pulled away from the cashier’s lips, his own skin immediately feeling fifteen degrees colder from the loss of her contact.  “I wasn’t.  Until now.”

The new girl put her arm around Law’s shoulders from across the check-out counter, her deft fingers caressing his skin through his shirt.  “I’m sorry, but I’m taking him back, I can’t stand to be without him any longer!  The sight of him with another woman…” she made a show of clenching her chest, “makes me sick!”  She was damn good at this, in a way that almost made Law concerned.  The fact that she was pulling all of this out of nowhere, and the fact that her first course of action was this drastic, made Law’s heart flutter in his chest.

“Ugh, whatever.  This place sucks ass anyway.  I’m going home.”  She finally shouldered her bag and marched out of the shop, her feet stomping across the hardwood floor until the sound of the front door slamming closed finally made the cashier release her arm from Law’s shoulders.

And once again, the man was feeling oddly cold without the contact.  He glanced at her as she started ringing up his items for real.  “You’re… a good actor,” he blurted.

The girl hid her face in her arm with shame, an awkward laugh bubbling from her throat.  “I’m so sorry, I was trying to think of what to do to help you but when the door opened I panicked.”  Her eyes were focused on her work.  “I’ve been on some absolutely awful dates myself, so I understand.  Sometimes I’ve wished I could have Prince Charming swoop me out of the movie theater where a guy made fun of me for my interests the entire run-time.”

His jaw went slack.  “Are you serious?”

“Deadass,” she replied, quick as a whip.  “Insisted on holding my hand the entire time.  I think he was convinced that I had taken him to see a horror movie because I wanted to act scared in front of him, but his hand was so clammy and sticky the whole time.  And not in the endearing ‘Aww he’s shy!’ kind of way.”

Law wished at that moment that he had more charisma.  He was sure one of his friends would be able to pull a witty, flirty quip from their asses like it was nothing, but Law’s personal dictionary of flattery was nonexistent as it was.  He balked while he listened to the cashier who just took his breath away lamenting about her own poor experiences with dating, and he was sure that her example in this moment was only one of many.  Instead of continuing the conversation, his mind blanked.  He stated, more like whispered, “That was my first kiss.”

The girl’s hands stopped scanning his books halfway through.  Her wide eyes darted up to Law’s, her jaw slack.  “It… It was?”

“Yeah.”

Her hands flew to cover her mouth, eyes wide with shock.  “Oh my god… oh my god, I’m so sorry!”  She dropped her head onto the counter, covering her despair with both of her arms now.  “First kisses are supposed to be special and I just took your’s away from you…”

Law shocked himself by smiling at the weary display in front of him.  “If it makes you feel any better, that was far better than the date I was on.  But I’m sure you already knew that.”

She picked her head up, a trembling hand grabbing one of his last books to scan.  Her eyes nervously darted back and forth as she silently worked, once in a while sucking her bottom lip in with her teeth before releasing the flesh.  She was clearly lost in an intense inner turmoil.

“It’s really alright,” Law muttered, now growing shy himself.  He was just now realizing the gravity of what had happened… and how truly adorable this girl was.

She tapped a few buttons on her cash register before finally making eye contact with him again.  “You are a pretty good kisser… you’re really sure you’ve never done that before?”

He affirmatively shook his head.  “Never.  I’ve never been… popular with the dating scene,” he muttered.  “Hence this awful set-up date.”

The cashier’s eyes went wide again momentarily.  “That’s kind of surprising to me… I would think someone like you would get any girl you wanted.”

Law backpedaled.  “What does that mean?”

She pulled his total up on the small screen that faced him.  She was turning away from him as if to hide her face, her entire expression teeming with a child-like embarrassment.  “Well, you’re crazy hot, for starters.  And you like Sora, clearly.”

Law felt a smirk emerge on his lips.  “Is Sora one of your only qualifiers for a decent partner?”  He began to rekindle some of the confidence he had lost throughout the day.  The longer he spent in this girl’s presence, the more he felt the tension in his body leaving.

She grinned, the stress in her shoulders from her own actions finally releasing.  “Only guys with fluffy black hair and golden eyes that read Sora, if you want my honest answer.”

Now this was flirting.  Law had to admit, he was pretty pleased with this sudden turn of events.  The atmosphere this girl radiated was immensely calming, allowing him to chip through his reinforced walls just enough to feel like a somewhat normal person.  He started to wonder if she could break through his barriers even more.

“What’s your name?” he finally asked, taking out his credit card and swiping it through the machine to finally cash out his order.

The girl excitedly revealed her name.  “And your’s?”

“Trafalgar Law,” he replied.  “I go to North Blue University for med school in the next town over.”

“No shit, so do I!  I’m getting a worker's license there,” she added, her expression shifting from one of moderate happiness to one of excitement.  “I doubt we’ve had any of the same classes, but we should hang out sometime!  Get coffee, maybe talk about Sora…”  Her voice trailed off, her eyes growing soft.  “Unless you’ve been completely turned off to dating after what you’ve clearly just been through.”

Law took a few moments to ponder over her words, watching as the receipts for his purchase slowly emerged from the thermal printer.  “I think I can make an exception this time.”

The smile that broke out on the girl’s face may as well have blinded him.  She was truly dazzling, even in her ratty-looking employee apron and an oversized T-shirt accounting for her work attire.

Law placed his new assortment of books into his own bag, the girl snatching his receipts from the printer and stashing one of the copies in the drawer below the counter.  When he looked back up, she was holding out his second receipt, folded in half.  She gave him a fond smile when he took it.

“I hope you’re able to relax later today, and enjoy your books!” she called, waving to Law as he exited the store.

Once outside again, the air felt clearer now that he was alone.  The day was still young, hardly a cloud in the sky and a pleasant breeze coasting through the city.  He looped his bag over his shoulder and opened the receipt, peering at what was written on the backside.

Call me for Sora… and for just me ;) <3 1125-354-9854

#x reader #reader insert #fem reader #one piece x reader #law x reader #op x reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #law oneshot #request fics

[fakemagicjaye]

i just realized....... i've never actually posted these anywhere..... (drew them for the first chapter/latest chapter buttons on the website~ o 3o)

#blackout city #artists on tumblr #digital art #webcomics #commentary time~ #even though i use the latest one as my icon like everywhere :v #(actually just twitter and instagram....) #(oh right it's the Dragon arc icon on tapas) #so in that sense i have posted it extensively

[coquelicoq]

what i love about the Famous Actor Natori Shuuichi of it all is that...it's not just that he's famous and therefore widely recognizable wherever he goes. like yes that is very funny because he was an exorcist before he became a famous actor, which means he CHOSE, on purpose, a day job that would make it harder to hide his double life/secret identity from the hordes of his adoring public, but it's more than that. it's not just that he's famous, it's that he's famous specifically for being an ACTOR, aka a person whose job it is to dissimulate, to make believe, to inhabit roles and emotions other than his own. like he decided he was going to become as visible as possible (which again was literally not necessary! he could have gone into any other career for his day job!!) but in such a way that everyone would see him but no one would see him - they would just see his various made-up personas, including the Famous Actor Natori Shuuichi persona. i can't decide if he's a genius or if he just made so many absurd decisions that they canceled each other out and circled back around to working out. he's either playing 9-dimensional chess or he's eating the pieces. too soon to say.

#the other thing i love about it is that in a very real sense it's his actor day job that is his alter ego #being an exorcist is his normie job. he's just a famous celebrity on the side #which isn't that uncommon in secret identity setups but it's still very funny #natsume's book of friends #natsume yuujinchou #natori shuuichi #natsuyuu meta #my posts #f #i think probably the actual answer is that acting was a very natural career choice because he already masks so extensively #both to hide that he can see things other people can't (and that youkai exist and that he exorcises them) #and to hide what he's really feeling so that no one can use it against him #so if it's already something he has to do & he's good at it...why not have someone tell him exactly how to do it & get paid for it? #and the other part of the answer is that most ppl don't go into acting assuming they'll get famous. the fame was a side effect #so each decision as it was being made probably made perfect sense. but put them all together #and you have this hilarious assortment of elements that seem to directly contradict each other #okay also i would be remiss if i didn't mention the other possible answer which is that the attention came first and was unavoidable #and the acting developed from the need to protect himself from the attention that he was going to be attracting no matter what he did #because he's so beautiful. and (in the exorcist world specifically) because he's the last of the natori #the more i talk about it the more i'm like no becoming a famous actor was the only path that made any sense for him lol #1) he's gonna be watched no matter what bc he's him -> gotta figure out how to hide his secrets -> learn to act as self-defense #or 2) he's got secrets -> he's gotten a lot of practice hiding them -> hey you could make a career out of this! #all roads lead to actor natori shuuichi. and since he's beautiful...all roads lead to FAMOUS actor natori shuuichi #i love it when i ramble so much in the tags that i end up contradicting my own post lol #he's neither thinking ten steps ahead nor is he irrational. he's simply making sensible individual decisions #that follow logically from what is available to him and what his priorities are

[skitskatdacat63]

This is a special genre of f1 picture(to ME.)

#ive talked a lot about helmets lately oops #i guess i just rly have an obsession with how they're an extension of the driver #and a representation of them and their only sense of personality and individuality when theyre all geared up #so theres something to me about the separation of helmet from driver like in these pics #of course theres pics of the helmet on its own for model kinda pics(like all the pics i used for my past project posts) #but this is its own genre. helmet doing its own thing. helmet away from the vicinity of its owner #helmet being protected from the elements. it has its own carrying bag. it gets an umbrella. etc etc #the first pic made me on the lookout for pics w a similar vibe. IDK WHY BUT IM RLY OBSESSED WITH IT #having a severe helmet fucker era </3 i look at these and i feel very weird about them 😭 #not included cause its a differnt genre but also thinking abt pics where someone other than the driver themselves is holding their helmet #theres something weirdly intimate to me about it. its too reminiscent of that one painting of the germanic warrior holding the roman helmet #<- DO YOU GET WHAT IM IMPLYING HERE. #anyways. i digress. helmet being taken care of and protected is cute to me #its such an extension of the driver so its kinda funny ig that they get their own photoshoots #also yeah these are all nando helmets bcs i couldn't find pics from other drivers that i thought had the same vibe #and i think its interesting how these correlate with whom the photographer is and the level of popularity of the driver #like are you popular enough that someone will see your helmet apart from you and think its important enough for a pic? #and its so interesting comparing pics from the same time from different teams #bcs you can see how different the motivations of the different photographers are based on what the pics are like #well blah blah blah helmet kink blah blah blah #f1 #formula 1 #fernando alonso #helmet

[juicedbeetle]

I know everyone already figured this probably but I hadn't paid attention before to when beej exactly takes his coat off and I was curious, so I'm pleased to report that he left it somewhere in the kitchen

not to mention he is briefly alone with adam in the kitchen while he was there getting the stuff for the sandwich

leaving aside my contemplation about how beej cannot affect the world of the living so those aren't coke, popcorn and 3d glasses he found in their house (probably manifested them himself the same way he takes the coat off. possibly from his mary poppins ass jacket, like with the mic) I like to think that he thought about getting them so he could snack alongside them, other than the obvious "upcoming show aka their death" use, not to mention the fact itself that he takes his coat off makes it feel like the mait's house is his as well, since you usually do it when you arrive home.

hell, I think he doesn't even need a coat whatsoever and just

started doing the "taking it off when I'm home" ritual because he saw adam doing it.

and in general I love this whole beginning part where he just acts like their house is his own, goes into their other rooms to do who knows what (first alone to the left then with adam in the kitchen), sits on their furniture like he owns the place, knows it like the back of his hand

actually I get the feeling that despite the fact he sat down first, he's also imitating adam here, like it's something the guy does all the time so beetlejuice has the whole thing memorized by now. but that's just speculation anyway.

I just get sad because I think he was really excited to meet them and already knew them really well, like he's not lying when he calls them friends, he's known them intimately for 10+ years (and, yes, it's been very creepy). he's lived with them and gotten used to this warm sitcom-y feel and then when they actually meet him they're terrified. Rightfully so but, ouch.

like, nothing goes like he planned right from the start, not just because they're not scary (and I mean, his whole plan was... to have them scare the new house inhabitants into saying his name? and then what? great plan beetleboose great thinking ahead there, a mastermind really), but because they didn't just magically act like his new best friends like he hoped and probably made up in his mind for all those years 😵‍💫

I mean, for all his solitude... the guy totally talks to himself. all the time. that is just a given to me. even besides the clones, the hand thing in say my name, the soliloquy, the guy probably had full fledged conversations. I can hardly imagine how many times he fantasized about talking to the maits for the first time in very elaborate scenarios in his head not to mention participated to all their conversations in the same way he does in this beginning segment and basically took it for granted that they'd enjoy his company same way he enjoys theirs, that is to say, the idealized version of their company he created in his head. siiigh, I love this whole part a lot, you can tell.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice musical #woobification tag #headcanon #in which i rant for far too long and not make any sense and slowly lose it but so does beej so im never beating the kin allegations #anyway i really did just wanted to figure out when he took the coat off then the post devolved because im insane but. it was in the kitchen #ALSO NOT TO MENTION WHEN BEEJ ACTUALLY MEETS THEM HE ALSO THINKS. THEY ARE JUST. A TINY BIT ANNOYING. JUST A LITTLE #not that he doesn't want to be friends they just say things that get on his nerves #like with the wiccan thing #he hadn't realized that when they can Answer Back to his words. they can say things that aren't His Imagined Perfect Responses #and he hatessss that. what do you mean you have thoughts and aren't an extension of myself? you say things I didn't expect you to??? #and annoying things too???? you are a different person than my self projection on you???? ridiculous. unbelievable

[thesaintofnevergettingitright]

Alright I want to hear everyone’s theories:

What animals are getting thrown at Jaskier in S3 and why?

[source]

#the witcher #mine #jaskier #Most likely theory: chickens #I’m so sure there’s going to be an extensive chicken scene #cannot articulate why I’m so positive… Only that I am #it feels like I’ve been hit with Apollos Dodgeball #less likely theory: alpaca #No idea why. This one is based on vibes alone. #crack theory: sea lion. #absolutely no basis for that one. would not make any sense #I just really like the idea of of Joey Batey having a buddy Comedy episode with a sea lion #it’s cuz he goes to the Coast™️ #the witcher netflix #joey Batey #Jaskier The Bard #lol I suddenly realized that I used this screenshot on my other post #but that post is about being annoyed by interviewers insistence on talking about actors bodys and how much I HATE that #which I stand by #but it didn’t really leave room to have fun with this quote #and it’s an objectively fun quote #more interviews should’ve asked animal-based questions #in my humble opinion.

[roobylavender]

(Really long ask ahead i’m sorry!) I think your thoughts on dick and his similarities vs differences to bruce are so interesting! Personally i’m wondering how much of NTT played an influence on this kind of characterization bc i’ve never fully finished ntt but i read like nearly all the pre-80s batman 1940 issues lol and dick very much was portrayed as more idealistic than bruce in some ways while more no-nonsense (? For lack of better word) in other ways, like when it comes to batman easing up a little on selina for romance reasons LOL. Though ofc dick totally turns into - well, a dick - in team books, as i grow older i find myself far more compelled by a potential story of an 18 yr old who seemed to have the whole weight of the world on his shoulders (by his own perception) and breaking under his own impractically strong sense of duty and sky-high expectations for others, then realizing as he grows older that it doesn’t have to be that way esp after seeing the perspectives of characters like kory, wally, joey, roy, etc. Like personally as someone who never really had a huge interest in NTT anyway, i’m surprised at how desperately people want to hold on to the characterization of dick when he was 18-19 and never letting him grow past that, like it’s so difficult for me to believe that at age 25 he would be the same uptight controlling kid that he was at 19. Maybe i’m biased though bc i was like one of those insufferable INTJ internet stereotypes as a teenager, and while that worldview did bring me achievements i’m proud of like the fact that i’m in med school rn studying what i love, i still know that at age 22 i have changed SO much from when i was 18 and i can’t imagine any reasonably mature or normally-functioning person (let alone someone high-functioning like dick) not doing the same lol. Especially since dick is the kind of person who would literally die if he’s not constantly growing and evolving past his faults bc of his insufferable perfectionism, idk how he’d be willfully blind to the negative effects of his worldview in early NTT and refuse to grow from there. He even has a quote that’s like “i’ve spent years as a student of my own behavior” which i always found highly encouraging bc i know he really does want to improve himself even at his worst. It reminds me of that Marcus Aurelius quote: “if someone can prove me wrong and show me my mistake in any thought or action, i shall gladly change. I seek the truth, which never harmed anyone; the harm is to persist in one’s own self-deception and ignorance.” But what are your thoughts? (Thank you for reading all this 🥹)

oh i absolutely agree! i cannot tell you how many times i think about the person i was a couple years ago and who i am now like i cringe so much omg.. maturity is an ever persistent process even if we don't recognize its effects immediately and it absolutely is crazy to think that anyone would remain in such a static state of mind for several years on end. esp when like you said dick is someone who wants to be better! so despite his several hypocrisies it is nonetheless in his best interests to look internally and analyze and evolve. and i feel like that very much could have happened had there been any actual segue between dick's breakup with kory and his re-entry into the batfam. i don't think there was much of a connection between these two sets of writers at all and so what you got is what felt like two very distinct parts of dick's life that didn't necessarily reveal a bridge point. so it's not entirely unrealistic that dick may grow to be the person (at least to some extent) that bat canon portrayed him to be in the years that followed but i certainly think as it stands it felt unearned and like all of his issues explored in ntt were conveniently swept to the side without any semblance of closure (albeit i do think some of these issues are addressed in outsiders '03 but in that dickheaded way that winick explores things generally. so i'm not sure it's the kind of closure people actually want). it's very sad and ig that's what people cling to more than anything. it's not that they're opposed to him growing to be a better person but that they're opposed to a version of dick who feels like he sprung out of nothing

#ironically enough i Do think dick going back to gotham after the kory breakup made sense #like when something that big happens in your life what are you going to do. seek the advice of the one person you look up to more than anyt #ing right. but marv wolfman complicated things by writing bruce the way he did so rather than bruce playing an active part #in guiding dick through some of his issues and mistakes he instead became dick's burden to bear through extensive post knightfall trauma #and i mean you all know i Love knightfall. i really do it gives me brainworms upon brainworms #but i wish there had been just one moment. like after it was all over. that bruce and dick actually got to talk and like #discuss dick's problems yknow #i get the feeling they didn't delve much when writing prodigal bc they had to set up the next arcs and stuff but it's like #come on. come on. they could've afforded it. if dick really had to come back to gotham for a temporary stint where he tried to find himself #than a proper conversation with bruce about what he was going through should have been a part of that #bc i do think working with bruce's new cavalry of three teen heroes (tim / steph / cass) would have borne wonderful opportunities #for dick to grow as a leader and peer considering his ridiculous expectations of others and how this would measure up against teenagers #but the problem is that bat canon decided he was going to magically gel with everyone bc he was emotionally more well adjusted than bruce #was. like ok. ok. whateverrrrrrrr #like idk it's so funny they were given a dick with a plethora of issues and instead of using any of that ammo they were like nah #we're going to make our lives harder and give him new problems manifested out of thin air. totally makes sense. bullseye #outbox

[cat-soap-opera]

i think that everyone who says something like “if all your warrior cat posts are hating on the series, maybe you should just leave n find another fandom you actually enjoy” fail to consider that some of us bitch for recreational purposes

#mod posts #and also its important to be able to talk abt the bad sides of shit u enjoy or have fondness for without getting insecure abt like #u enjoying it #n i think a lot of those ppl (not all) just get very insecure seeing ppl criticize shit they enjoy #n they also personally have a harder time doing that to said shit they enjoy #so they see someone easily do that n they think 'oh this person just hates this thing' bc they can only talk shit abt things they dont like #at least thats my theory #i generally think that especially for writers its important to be able to extensively explain what u dont like abt some media #like not just 'oh the plot didnt make sense' im talking a 3 page essay at LEAST #n not just for media u dont like but for media u like a lot

[and-im-fine]

One of my favourite hcs that's going into this fic is that as a human now, Greed has extreme memory problems. A human brain isn't really made to hold ~200 years worth of information (plus anything 'pre-programmed' into him by Father) and now that he doesn't have a philosopher's stone that would otherwise be storing everything, his brain gets overloaded and he loses track of things a lot. It's not in a linear fashion either, sometimes he gets mixed up on which memories are what's going on in the present, which leads to consistent problems in remembering that he's not a homunculus anymore even years into living as a human. He draws and writes things down with dates/names when he can remember them, to declutter his thoughts and have something to reference when he gets confused. No one really realizes that it's going on for a while since most things can either be assumed to be him being weird on purpose, or he would brush off as still getting used to things, which would be enough of an excuse for most people

#this all tangentially connects to that one hc i've talked about on my main(?) where he has a sixth sense for his possessions #which he doesn't have anymore and causes a lot of anxiety as a result #so he labels basically every bit of storage and shelves that are his with extensive detail on what should be there #(this isn't foolproof because he misplaces things a lot but he's trying) #i was gonna post a snippet with this but i don't have a good one rn so i'll do it later i just wanted to put this out here <3 #greed fma #it can go in one (1) main tag as a treat

[rhaaclaws]

You're a satellite around my heart One million miles before the start Indescribable and that's what makes it you

ummmm i got too invested into my fic [that I'm still writing] and I wanted to make a playlist anyways here are my designs for the teen vers of this akirohan story I got going on

#i already have the story set i just gotta actually write some parts LOL #anwyays this is making me so anxious to post since well. this is super self indulgent and only makes sense to like 2 other ppl max #rohan kishibe #akira otoishi #<- the reason why he doesnt have theface scar here is bc I explain it in another fic that I almost have done #jjba #diamond is unbreakable #<- barely lol #rhaa art #anyways. sorry for giving rohan babybat swag he doesn't deserve it #can we all take note of akira's shitty extensions #akirohan

[heartofstanding]

rereading bits of my fics about Henry IV and fatherhood (largely mostly dealing with his relationship with Hal but maybe, someday...) and being reminded that the one about Hal's birth would be extremely upsetting from Mary's POV.

#fic talk #her husband was just as excited as her about the baby #and now the baby's born he's refusing to have anything to do with their son #and she's not privy to his internal monologue of 'baby's gonna die' and 'baby nearly killed the one person who ever loved me unconditionall #(which.deeply unfair to the baby who didn't ask to be born but was and has to live with it #(hal as a newborn (probably): fml). #and yeah shitty parent behaviour but it also makes senses given henry's emotional immaturity and i do feel sorry for him.) #so she's got no idea why he's so distant from the baby and by extension her #and on top of that she's just given birth her hormones are a mess and she's sore and tired and she loves their boy! she really loves him! #and it breaks her heart that henry doesn't! #text posts

[iloveyoumorethansoup]

I think in terms of logging on or logging off I’ve made the decision that I’m logging on. I’ve never had particularly good mental health but it’s always been at its best when I’ve best consistently on this funky little website keeping my little soup talks diary

#there’s definitely psychological reasoning there of like. keeping a diary or sorts? writing out and processing all of my thoughts #and feelings. and also because I am determined to be coherent making sure I explain why I feel the way I do makes it so I gotta know why #so I can’t really just jump to a conclusion or get upset without citing my sources Yknow?? #also definitely makes me go oh I’m insane for that one and so in the wrong. what’s the logical option here? #cause like. i know I type a lot and there’s gotta be a decent bit of interest to get thru some of these posts so not everyone’s gonna read #but it will make sense for those who do. and by extension the emotional little wet tissue paper heart of mine gets a crash course in logic #not to be mean to myself or anything. I’m just irritated with myself for having trauma and emotions #my life loves to be a cycle of opening up and then numbing myself to everything when it starts to hurt and then repeating #well everything hurts and it’s a toss up on what’s gonna happen rn #maybe it’ll get better! maybe it’ll get worse! it honestly depends on the first month of college. I’m placing my bets that that’s where #i make a choice. do I fix myself once and for all? do I lock my heart in a little box and tear it out of me? #we will see! not for another few months. but time sure will tell #soup talks

[ihatebnha]

is hard to talk about without feeling like im projecting but idk. maybe i’m just mad bc i feel a certain kinship to characters who are somewhat... uncouth. like don’t get me wrong, i love grace and class and the thrill of thinking about having money and power but also like... i truly think there’s value and a lot of comfort in someone... you can truly characterize to be................ normal and weird. 

like ig just.. one of the reasons turning toji into a sex god feels so off is bc i honestly see a lot of potential in using him as a comfort character who understands pain vs. as someone very... rudimentary / only good for one thing. DUNNO.

#and like of course u can talk about canon bc thats good too but like. in a reader insert sense where u make the characters fit ur needs #kinda #like when u want something domestic unrelated to............ narrative purposes #it's hard for me to express without revealing too much #and normally id just draft this post (maybe i still will) but its been on my mind so heavy lately #and i do wanna talk about it #but it's like when ppl say 'omg i love bakugo but i always feel he wouldnt like me' #not that i believe that bc bakugo would like u #but there is a nervousness that is created with a character like him #versus. #toji... dabi... idk kirishima... megumi by extension... are all people u can relate to on a more human level #deku too #because they just have weird home lives #and its always seems more easy to be around people who have struggled in very baseline ways #(rather than someone like bakugo who has struggled but more with... overcoming himself vs. his circumstances) #idk #this is about growing up poor lol but i dont really know what im talking about #i havent even met toji yet everything im saying abt him is such bs #still… it stands like most comfort headcanons do #dunno #anyway i also wanted to say i was gonna stay up late to answer asks but my mind is cooperating so i am just gonna go to bed #NOT cooperating i mean #i am gonna answer old stuff DONT WORRY i just need to like.......... warm up and get back in the groove slowly #like getting into a hot tub #so good night eventually #sorry to dump this all on u #im tired tho so no common sense #not writing #caitie thoughts

[yea-baiyi]

ask me about dongfang qingcang. i’m sooooo normal about him i promise

#looks up from tm extensive designs to make myself a dfqc doll so i can. squeeze. #dfqc #clj #i actually have so much to say on him but nothing i can post #because it makes no sense without the context. but i’m not going to cover the context. #i’m gonna start rewatching once i feel. not dead. #idk maybe i can work out some sane sounding character analysis

[pebblezone]

who’s up making sound effects ☝️☝️☝️

#talkingcore #realizing that the little pshooo noise I make when moving an object from one place to another can in fact be heard and perceived by others #purely on the basis I don’t hear anyone else making sound effects… you’re telling me I’m supposed to just push elevator buttons in silence?? #like when you’re looking for things you don’t do like a lil choochoo chugging a long situation? okay… 👁️👁️💥💥💥💥 #hot girl walk backfired I am so sleepy fuck this group project I can’t do anything til other people put info in…. I want to sleep #they pushed it off an extra 50 minutes pls let’s just get it done so I can go to sleep peacefully at like idk 8:30 (this is unrealistic) #I can sense the stress and disappointment. so sad so sad #maybe I’ll wait to post so I can have as much of my woes in one place (I am so sleepy) #this is hell I forgot we had a floor meeting at 830. the dude whose work I’m waiting on is not done. I’m feeling like the Arthur dad #tip: I am so fucking mad though the mad is really just Tired it’s due at 9 am tomorrow I do not want to be thinking about this past 10pm #it’s 8:49 maybe it’ll be good soon Please I need Slumber though also there’s Clunking going around who’s clunking #919 literally no progress this is super hell. DUDE WHERE SRE YOU GOING WE ARE ALL WAITING ON YOU AHHHHHHHHHHHH #man…………….. this is twisted. and sick :(((( #THEY FINALLY FREED ME 9:37 GOD DAMN… AND THEYRE STILL NOT DONE IM JUST NOT TRAPPED ON ZOOM #this is my attack on London for Realsies we already had an extension it should’ve been due this morning. ass cheeks up for Real for real for

[candyradium]

sea of thieves ships make me sad, but like, in the way that you get when you see unhealthy cat breeds. like. holy shit where are the shrouds. where are the staysails. actually where are the stays in general. there should be ratlines but instead there are ladders and they aren't even on all of the masts. who combined the clewlines and sheets what is wrong with you. do any of them even have jibs. halyards. sails past an upper topsail or a t'gallant. anything. who is breeding these ships i want to speak to the person in charge

#candy posts #unreality #<- just in case #this post is literally just me exposing myself as an obnoxious sailor but sea of thieves innacuracies are my one and only pet peeve #the ships look like plastic kids toys but in the worst possible way #''its stylised'' yeah well stylised humans still have fingers and legs and ears and shit #stop leaving out essential anatomical features just to appeal to a ''simplistic'' and ''pretty'' style. its bad for the boats. #they need shrouds to be healthy. do you want the fucking masts to topple or break. i dont fucking think so #i do actually think that they miiight have halyards but i can barely fucking tell and all the yards look pretty tightly affixed which is :/ #i will not play your sailing game until you make the ships and mechanics more accurate. bitch. i will die on this fucking hill #if anyone wants to know what any of the weird sailing words in this post mean then feel free to ask me #but you may be signing yourself up for a long ass lecture #sailing terms are extensive and make no sense unless you take into account the fact that its been a thing for like. several millenia #and often words get smashed together or shortened (haul yards (function) -> halyard etc) #cant explain why theres a rope thats called a horse tho. ive never understood that one