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yes im having a normal moment NO im NOT HAVING A NORMAL MOMENT, THE PATCH IS ABOUT DEATHWINGS LEGACY

“Embers of Neltharion, as the name implies, deals a lot with the legacy that Nelatharion left behind on his path from the Earthwarder, this noble protector of Dragonflight and of Azeroth as a whole, down to Deathwing. And this is a way that we can peek into that history and learn some of that progression. We’ve seen the end result of what he became, but this is a chance to tell that story, which plays out in a number of ways.“

“The armor is meant to feel like it’s prison, and as we break down its armor in the stages of the fight, it reveals more of the tragic nature of the dragon.“

there’s many reasons why i think darabella had potential to be cute, but i ultimately don’t like it bc it’s a “i can fix him” ship. daring does nothing for rosabella in return. relationships should be about mutually supporting each other. if we had a few episodes before or after of the two interacting with each other i could maybee get on board. otherwise it just ... feels like rosabella helps daring see there's more to life than beauty and then.. daring doesn’t really help rosabella in any way??

i’ve also said this a bit before but daring has never been. selfish. he’s been self-absorbed and vain but epic winters makes him out to be wayy worse, just so rosabella could be attributed to “fixing” him. but daring has always wanted to help people. his character development in epic winters doesn’t feel natural because it’s literally Forced so him and rosabella as beauty and the beast could suddenly make sense.

i also prefer the idea of daring exploring his identity on his own/with the help of his siblings after only knowing his destiny with apple for so long. one of my friends said this and i agree, but giving daring this "new" destiny is so soon. realistically he should still be in shock over realising he's not apple's prince charming. suddenly giving him this destiny instead of him exploring it on his own feels like such a copout.

this was slightly longer than i expected it to be, but overall i just cant bring myself to care about their relationship if literally Nothing was established beforehand and it’s just a typical “i can fix him” trope.

loving the toe scene discourse 2.0 i love having the same argument over and over again.

anyway the comment section on this reddit post pretty much sums up where im at with the leaked scene and with what we know abt s2:

God the new ultimate guide sucks

It's not JUST the awful art, either. The art's just worth mentioning because even if the book's info had been terrible or contained nothing new, really cute art can make it still worth having.

But, no, it's even full of recycled lines we've been hearing for years like "Bramblestar Can Match Squirrelflight's Fire Not Contain It," and that's when it DOES get everything right. These entries leave out major, important details (making them bad summaries) and are sometimes even straight-up incorrect.

SUMMARY THOUGHTS

Leafpool is said to have watched Brambleclaw kill Hawkfrost to save Firestar-- but for one, no, she was not there because Ashfur was still leading her and Squilf towards the scene. For two, no, Brambleclaw did not kill Hawkfrost just to save Firestar, it was self-defense. Hawkfrost had him pinned and was going to kill him.

They're REAL cute about Leafpool's death, too, neglecting to mention WHY the Sisters needed to be saved at all and just saying Leafpool's "generosity" lead to her death in that cave-in.

I'm not even going to get into everything on Bramble's entry jesus christ.

Sagewhisker's entry is ESPECIALLY fucken' dandy, framing Yellowfang's Secret like she was simply waiting patiently for Yellow to realize her 'destiny' and not actively shoving it on her at every opportunity.

Leopardstar's entry states that romantic interest in Tigerstar was part of her motivation. "Perhaps she'd hoped he would be her mate" please speak to a woman irl for once in your life.

Gray Wing's entry forgot that the reason he "blamed himself" for Bright Stream's death is because he was literally staring at his big strong brother too much and tripped on a root in front of him. It IS his fault she died.

Clear Sky/Skystar's entry is just obscene. "He regretted abandoning his son and after a fire, he encouraged him to live with him" instead of "saw his teenage child was useful now and bullied and belittled the kid and his uncle into letting Thunder come with him." "Retaining his fierceness towards his cats and outsiders which caused his son to leave" instead of "murdering, brutalizing, and abusing everyone around him caused Thunder to leave." I'll just say this tho; "Fierce" is an interesting way to spell "Cruel."

It's interesting that they don't point out that a major part of Jagged Peak's arc was proving he was "Just As Good" as every other cat in spite of his disability, thanks to his introduced-and-pregnant-in-the-same-book wife becoming his life coach, only earning Clear Sky's respect after being allowed to physically lead a patrol in Blazing Star. Instead they frame him finding his place through taking care of kits, which... was something he seemed to resent in the actual series, considering how the books suddenly treat Gray Wing's protective treatment of him as a terrible thing in Blazing Star because he "didn't give him a chance". But at the same time I actually strongly dislike Jagged Peak and his messy, frustrating character arc so I'm not really UPSET with it. Just... noting it. I suppose this is the official direction they're taking away from it?

Shadowstar's entry is barely even 3 paragraphs yikes.

SHORT STORY THOUGHTS

And if you're wondering if the 4 brand new stories they smooshed into the end in a desperate attempt to make the rush job worth buying are good? No. Of course not. They're all slop.

Story 1: Firestar and Graystripe

First one's a marginally cute story about Graystripe and Firestar which is setting up the framing device linking the mini-tales together. They both remember this situation where Firestar fell into a ditch wrong. The punchline is that Thunderstar remembers it perfectly and they're both like, "WOW! Too bad Thunderstar's memory sucks!"

It's not terrible, but it does feel a bit pointless. But, hey, if you want more Firestar and Graystripe in the series that tosses them fanservice at every turn, who am I to judge?

Story 2: Dovewing and Ivypool

The next one is the Dovewing/Ivypool reconciliation passage everyone's talking about. It's... fine, but immensely dissatisfying to me.

Dovewing is apparently having problems adjusting to her Clan, grapples a little bit with the fact she has no friends but is going to be finding meaning in helping tigerHeartstar "bring the new ShadowClan into existence." She ultimately decides that she needs to talk to her sister, and begs for reassurance that Ivypool believes in her, feeling that her support can help her get through this difficult time in her life.

I think its biggest problem is that Dovewing was not the right choice for the POV here.

Dove was never the one responsible for the rift in their relationship. Ivypool is. Ivypool is the one who was jealous, willing to sabotage anything that would put Dovewing closer to Tigerheart, and continues to be generally aggressive towards her. So when Dovewing is reaching out to Ivypool in hopes of them reconciling, it feels wrong because Ivypool is the one that should be reaching out to Dovewing. SHE is the one who has some things to apologize for, and to show how much she loves and misses her.

It's even kind of frustrating, because Dovewing can never catch a break. She has to have these problems to force her to reach out, Ivypool even ends up suggesting that she leave and come home and take her kids with her, but in the end even a LITTLE bit of assurance from her aggressive sister helps.

I feel super bad for Dovewing, man. She deserves better than this cheap writing. What was the point of such an unsatisfying, rushed reconciliation, shoved into a crummy field guide, when we KNOW from the newest book that they're just going to use tension between them as part of the drama anyway?

shouldn't have even been written, imo. Even ends off with, "They'll always have each other :)" which is so... cliche. It's TIRED. Are any of you really happy with just getting a retconned platitude in a good-for-nothing field guide, instead of seeing complicated, INTERESTING feelings in a main book?

Story 3: Alderheart and Twigbranch

A tale of Cherryfall getting sick during TBC and Alderheart sneaks back into the territory to treat her. Also Crowfeather has a scene where he yells at him. Charming.

Twigbranch comes up with a diversion while Alderheart does his work, which is cute. It's a fine story.

Story 4: Clear Sky

Trash. Three dogs spawn in the middle of a gathering so that Skystar can have an uwu big boy sendoff saving his grandkit. Then he goes to StarClan and throws a fit because they can't give him ANOTHER life, becoming so upset that he attacks the nearest woman. Naturally, Shadowstar brushes it off because it's not the first time Clear Sky has pummeled her in the midst of an adult tantrum and this book series thinks violence is fine if their favorite sadboy does it.

Then Gray Wing brings him to the magic mirror pool where you can see the living, to confirm that Star Flower is ok and that makes him feel better.

Then it launches into Firestar saying "ouuuugh yum I LOVE the taste of his butthole. Clear Sky is so misunderstood, He Just Loved Too Much."

to which Graystripe responds, "Yes, he was a good and amazing person and his farts smells SO good, and can you believe that some people think StarClan punished his Clan for his arrogance? As if he ever did anything wrong, ever?"

Firestar, indignant, refutes it with, "Ugh!! StarClan would NEVER be interesting, we don't punish living cats we just float around and make vague, frustrating prophecies that do nothing but pad the word count. Why cant ppl understand that, gosh."

who wrote this? Gray Wing??

i remember being so passionately inlove with dizzie and i was like :0 oh my goodness daring thinks he's going to be apple's prince charming... but instead he's going to throw away his destiny to become a minor role as the king of hearts... this is genius

and then the winter special aired and i fell to my knees in agony

that video was like getting curb stomped a bunch of times in a row except you specifically sought out the guy whose whole deal is repeatedly curb stomping people for fun

Current count since I last slept: 41 hours.

I think I've capped out at 46 before, I'm not sure because my worst fit of insomnia had me in no position to check times. But I'll say 46. So if we hit 48 we're setting personal records!

so……. i’m not well .

batman: track and field au

author's note: i just miss track and field varsity even though i wasnt even that good... and ive been thinking about batman track and field au for FOREVER. so today i wrote a bit 📝

things u need to know: bruce is not batman. he's a coach at a school where the rest of the justice league teaches. yes, they're still the justice league. and yes, his robins still end up as vigilantes. jason is 15 in this; the joker hasn't gotten to him yet. also i added some characters ahead of the timeline bc i love them :/

Jason stumbles over from the finish line, grinning and sweat-drenched. And then his face screws up in sudden distress, and he promptly wobbles and collapses onto the hot stadium mat.

A half-formed sound of alarm—

Bruce leaps over the bleacher railing and sprints.

A poor, well-meaning race official gets there first, but Bruce shoulders him roughly aside and crouches by Jason. Jason has turned on his side, holding his right knee tight to his chest and making little pained gasps.

It tears at his heart. “Jason,” Bruce says.

Jason’s eyes are screwed shut, and he says nothing, but one of his hands reach blindly in Bruce’s direction and Bruce grasps it tightly.

“You were terrific, chum.” He squeezes, and feels the tremor that goes through his son. “Stretch your leg out for me.”

Jason shakes his head. “Hurts—”

“I know. I know. Please, Jay.”

It’s slow, and excruciating, but between the two of them they manage to get Jason sitting up, his leg extended straight against the ground. One hand of Bruce’s presses down firmly on the knee, and the other pushes his foot to flex, the metal spikes of Jason’s shoes digging hard into the callused flesh of Bruce’s palm. Jason leans back on his hands, spread flat against the ground, head tilted up to open, cloudless sky, exhaling drawn-out, shaky breaths.

The speakers blare out the next events—second call for Male C’s 400-meter hurdles, and third call for Female B’s high jump. The left side of the crowd begins clapping on beat for their star javelin thrower as she rocks back on her feet, once, twice, and begins bounding forward. Bruce makes a displeased noise. He hopes his throwers remember to pay attention.

A mosquito buzzes by Bruce’s ear and he shakes his head sharply to drive it away. The sweat has been beading at his hairline all throughout, and now it rolls torturously slow down his face. As his hands are otherwise occupied, he makes no move to wipe it, and does his best to ignore the unpleasant sensation.

At last, Jason’s breathing evens out. He tugs his leg gingerly away from Bruce’s hold, cheeks flushed with exertion and, doubtless, embarrassment. “Thanks.”

Bruce sits back on his haunches and wipes the sweat off his face. “Ready to stand?”

Jason raises a hand, wincing as he tests the muscles of his leg. “One sec.”

Bruce nods shortly. Jason safe, his attention wanders over to the bleachers. Tim, thank God, is dragging Damian away from the high railing. Dick and Cass are eating lunch with much avidity—Dick’s best event, high jump, had just ended before Jason’s, and Cass seems to have just returned from shot put. Duke and Stephanie are nowhere in sight, and for a moment Bruce is alarmed, but then he spots them at the stage and relaxes. Duke must have won his high jump—he stands on the highest podium, and even from here Bruce can tell he’s grinning—and Stephanie is clicking away on the school camera next to the official photographer.

As he watches Stephanie turn the camera backward and attempt to take a selfie with Duke, there’s a tap on his thigh. Bruce extends his hand without looking and grasps the hand that interlocks with his, pulling Jason up with ease.

Bruce glances at Jason, and notes how he squints against the glaring afternoon. “Remember to reapply your sunscreen when you get back.”

Jason rolls his eyes. “Not everyone is ghost-white like you.”

“You do not have to be ghost-white to get skin cancer.”

Jason grumbles, but when Bruce raises an imperious eyebrow at him, he raises his hands in surrender. “Fine. Whatever you say, boss.”

“Good. And, Jay...” Bruce reaches out, tentative, and puts a hand on his shoulder. “I meant it. You did terrific.”

Jason beams, bright enough to outshine the day, and something in Bruce’s chest uncurls into warmth.

im actually fucking sobbing

its

its like when he wrapped the cat in his scarf

its like when he wrapped the cat in his scarf way back in episode 1

why would you

it's in so many fics and so many metas and so many joke posts and so many people act like it's a blatant canonical fact that sometimes it feels like im going crazy

but every time i rewatch the show im struck by how literally the only solid evidence for the interpretation that izzy is essential in running ed's ship

is the fact that izzy says so

little doodles!

fuck it! daisuke art study/redraw!!

YOURE a bunny/puppy/kittyboy thing, IM a bunny/puppy/kittyboy thing, you should totally let me mount you and just go fuckin ham like- clawing at you and fucking you w the urgency of a desperately horny rabbit until my dogknot starts swelling, but i don't wanna stop thrusting bc feeling my hips slapping against your thighs feels so good so i keep moving, forcing my knot in and out of you and making an absolute mess of our thighs with my cum and your slick. like, who cares if that "defeats the purpose of the knot" or "my cum is going to waste"? with how my brain would be just swimming with the primal need to breed you, i could would fuck you so many times NOBODY could question whether id dumped enough of my cum into you to make you mine <3

i think just getting NEAR you could send me into heat in a way I didn't even know was possible, just knowing what you want from me and how hungrily you'll take it would flip a switch in my brain!! panting and presenting for you in every way i can think of- spread out on my back, wrapping shaky limbs around you as we settle into a mating press, or on my knees, dropping my head down, ass up, so both hands can spread myself open more for you, or bending myself over every surface I can see so you can take me from behind, throwing myself at you, balancing enough just up on my knees over you that you can pound into me from below while as reclined as you like- and oh, you'll have me sobbing for it, choked desperate pleas every time you slam into me, seeing stars and knowing there's desperate relief on the horizon, hell, I wouldn't have a lick of control over it, cumming without warning and sinking my nails into you, shifting so you can rut in deeper and wailing with a mix of glee and overstimulation until your perfect doggy knot knocks all the breath from my lungs... when I first start to feel it swell i might panic, scramble against any surface or claw at your back, arms, shoulders, but there's no way I could escape it, and truly, there's no way I could want to escape it, not when the pain-pleasure of that fat knot keeps getting shoved in and out of me on your whim, the sounds of forcing my hole to take it obscene but barely heard over my cries, not when you've spilled into me so much our thighs are soaked and the slam of our hips splatters cum and slick from I don't even know how many orgasms up to our bellies, not when I realize you're just not stopping, and any fear that it's too much, any panic that it's too big, too fast, it all morphs into renewed hunger, into broken pleas for more, to quiet thankyouthankyouthankyous every time you flood my insides, drunk off your knot and swimming in bliss at how claimed I've become. And when you finally tire I'll clench my puffy cunt around you, sloppy and stretched around the shape of you, but still my body milks you for more even once I'm long past most coherent thought, all I know now is that I'm yours, and I'd feel so, so empty without you 💙

Low functioning day? What about a low functioning week!