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#this has been rattling around my head for days
thegoosiestlucy · 1 year
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i need to vent about the ending of arthur christmas
the one year later cards explicitly say for all the main characters (even the unfortunately named reindeer) that they are happy, the endings they have may not be the ones they began the film wanting but are ones that leave them fulfilled & happy
except arthur’s
his only says they he made everyone else happy
the person who spends the whole film completely torn up & in conflict with his family just to make a little girl happy, the person who the film establishes as deeply selfless & empathetic, and the "happy ending" they give him is only making other people happy making the people who quite frankly didn't give two shits about him for the rest of the film happy regardless of his own self-sacrifice and personal satisfaction
it reminds me so much of the rainbow fish that kids book where the fish gives away all their sparkly scales you know the one
it's so incredibly heartbreaking that someone who just wanted to make sure a kid wasn't left out on christmas is held up as solely responsible for everyone else's happiness & happy endings at the expense of his own
why didn’t the filmmakers say that arthur ended up happy too i truly don’t understand this
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jesteriisms · 7 months
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You guys get it. Right?
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acadjonne · 10 months
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so hear me out
tim drake and danny fenton are twins
jack drake really did have a brother named eddie, once upon a time. eddie drake also had a wife, and she was expecting twins, but of course gotham is gotham. right before the twins would be born, eddie died, but his wife was brought to the hospital and lived long enough for the twins to be born.
jack and janet drake adopt the older twin, tim, because people knew that eddie and his wife were going to have a baby, and they had been considering having a kid themselves. but no one knew the drakes were expecting twins, and jack and janet don’t want two babies, so they arrange for the younger twin to be anonymously given up.
well, through some insane miscommunication, the other twin ends up in illinois, where he’s adopted a few months later by jack and maddie fenton. of course, because danny was given up anonymously, there’s no information whatsoever about his birth family
tim finds out he’s got a twin when he’s eleven or twelve by finding his birth certificate and an ultrasound print in his father’s safe. he starts looking for his twin, but doesn’t find a whole lot on his own.
(even when tim becomes robin, he never thinks of mentioning his twin to bruce.)
when they’re 14, tim meets sam manson at a gala in gotham. she’s originally from gotham as well, but moved to amity park as a kid, so this was her first time back in a long time. danny had just recently found out he was adopted, so of course when sam sees tim and he looks exactly like danny, she puts two and two together and approaches tim.
once sam gets back to amity, she puts danny and tim in contact. they agree that it sounds super unlikely on paper since danny was found in a hospital in chicago, while tim was born in gotham, and danny’s birthday is a couple days off from tim’s because no one knew exactly what day he was actually born, but they also look way too much alike for it to be coincidence.
of course, before they can get a dna test done, danny’s portal accident happens, and he gets super squirley about it after that whenever tim mentions it. plus they’re both minors and the drakes are never around to actually consent to it so it would be kinda weird for tim to insist on a dna test at that point.
but they stay in touch for the next few years, both expertly dodging any mention of their hero activities, and even manage to meet up for their sixteenth birthday. they hang out for a weekend in cleveland because it’s neutral ground, pretty much right smack in the middle between amity park and gotham. then, a few weeks after the events of d-stabilized, shit hits the fan.
valerie knows vlad is also plasmius, and after giving (dani) ellie a good head start, she starts going after him, outing him to the whole town in the process. of course, vlad assumes danny is the one who told valerie, so he outs danny as phantom as well. vlad manages to shake valerie, the fentons, and the giw, but danny isn’t so lucky, and gets captured by the giw.
of course, once they find out he’s been captured, sam, tucker, and jazz start planning to break him out and get him somewhere safe. obviously they can’t take danny to either the manson or foley houses, the giw would check there first, and they can’t take him to jazz’s college dorm either. gotham has a lot of ambient ectoplasm though, and the giw (probably) wouldn’t go anywhere near batman’s territory even with the anti-ecto acts, so sam calls tim and asks if they can take danny to him once they rescue him.
of course, tim had no idea about anything going on in amity park, not that team phantom knew that. turns out the giw have been covering things up forever, and the extremely high ectoplasm leaking from the fentons’ portal doesn’t help either. but of course sam assumes he knows because most of amity park is actively protesting against the giw and demanding danny’s release and it’s about to start getting violent any second now, and if it’s such big news in amity then of course tim knows danny is phantom by now, right?
but tim’s able to keep hold of himself long enough to let sam know that yes, danny can come to gotham, all of team phantom can come to gotham once they’ve rescued him, and once he’s let her go he immediately goes to the other bats and sounds the alarms
so queue the justice league showing up in amity park to deal with the giw, and inquiries about the legality of the anti-ecto acts and how they overlap with meta protection laws get raised, and danny gets rescued, and team phantom is evacuated to gotham.
once things have calmed down, tim tells danny about being red robin and they bond over hero stuff. danny fixes jason’s pit-induced anger problems because holy shit dude your ectoplasm is rancid. bruce of course takes on look at danny and decides to adopt him.
anyway, thanks for coming to my ted talk.
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heaven-zent · 2 months
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sellbots who pull out the bot tactics when low battery or damaged or something
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mamawasatesttube · 3 months
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i want to say something about fandom culture or whatever. but i need people to be cool about it and not be annoying in my notes ok 🙏
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kissofthemis · 3 months
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"I'm surprised you're still in one piece."
Any other day, Luke would have fired back with a sarcastic reply of his own.
Today, he simply did not have the energy.
Nor the heart.
"Keep walking if you still want to stay in one piece," he growled without bothering to lift his gaze from the flowers in front of him. The thick bitterness in his voice should have been enough to intimidate most people, but the undisguised threat that saturated his words and flavored his tone was enough to make even the bravest, cockiest folks turn tail and run for the hills.
Marius von Hagen, evidently, was the bravest, cockiest, and perhaps dumbest of them all.
"For what it's worth," Marius continued talking as he plopped down next to Luke, either ignoring the latter's threats or simply believing he was above them. "I wasn't trying to eavesdrop. I didn't even know you'd be there."
"If you were a decent man, you would have left."
Marius folded his arms over his chest and pouted in response, a sight that looked almost comical as he towered over Luke even when the two of them were sitting. "Are you saying I'm not decent?" he protested. "I'll have you know, I walked away and put my headphones on until I saw you leave. Then I went in to talk to my attorney about my business' legal matters, as is my right." He was clearly indignant about the attack on his character.
Luke simply rolled his eyes. "She's Pax's attorney, not yours. There's a difference."
"She's both."
"Pretty sure that's a conflict of interest, Mr. President."
Luke didn't expect his malicious sarcasm to be met with an amused chuckle. "Good. You're being a brat again."
The hairs on the back of Luke's neck stood up. "Who are you, of all people, calling a brat?" he snapped, finally turning to glare at Marius for the first time since he'd arrived. "You're such a spoiled, whiny piece of work that actual kids think you're bratty!"
"Are you saying I'm a role model?" Marius purred as the corners of his lips curled into a smirk. "Aww, Luke, I didn't know you thought so highly of me." Suddenly his shoulders loosened up and his eyes softened. "You were so gloomy that it was unnerving. If you're making snide remarks again, then you must be feeling a little better, right?"
Flabbergasted.
Luke was so taken aback that he could almost smell the smoke coming out of his ears as the gears in his brain turned frantically in an effort to think of a way to respond. Normally he was quick to react to just about any situation; his field work as an NSB agent required him to be able to act on the fly in life or death situations.
But in a situation like this, without that adrenaline pumping through him? Not even Raven was immune to getting flustered and floundering.
"How did you know I'd be here?" Not wanting to respond directly, Luke tried to ask as casually as he could.
He winced internally. Being indirect and evading difficult topics was what got Luke into trouble with her in the first place, wasn't it? Wasn't he only proving that despite his promises to the contrary, promises he had made just this morning in his desperation to get her to stop crying, he was already falling back on his old bad habits?
Marius didn't seem to notice or care. "I didn't," he answered bluntly. "I just thought the hydrangeas looked nice."
The hydrangeas?
Luke turned his attention back to the colorful array of flower clusters before him. He reached forward and began to gently rub some baby blue petals between his thumb and forefinger. "I guess they do."
"This time of year," Marius continued, "I find a lot of inspiration by spending time in nature." Was he still talking to Luke, or did he just enjoy hearing the sound of his own voice? "The scenery, the colors, the shapes. It's crucial for a painter to stay inspired, after all."
A half-hearted smirk crept onto Luke's lips. "Why don't you just ask your tutor Dr. Richter to host a study session in his garden?"
Marius let out a loud snort and lifted his chin defiantly. "Please. You think I trust Vyn not to stab me with a pair of garden shears the moment I turn my back to grab my books?"
That brought a genuine snicker out of Luke, and Marius couldn't help but laugh along with him. It was a brief, blissful moment, and then the two fell into silence once again.
"For what it's worth," Marius began, as he plucked a nearby petal off a purple hydrangea, "you totally should have told her earlier."
So he was planning to talk about that. Luke grimaced.
Before he could defend himself, fire back, or coordinate any sort of response at all, Marius continued speaking. "But she's not gonna hate you for it. She'll get over her anger real fast."
The confidence in his tone rubbed Luke the wrong way. "You think you know her better than I do? We grew up together," he pointed out, and he didn't care to hide the acerbic notes underlying his words.
"I never said that, guard dog," Marius huffed. "But I know a thing or two about grief." A despondent chuckle left his lips--it was a sound without an ounce of joy, but rather one that suggested 'I have to laugh, or else I will cry.' A sound of desperation.
"Would it have been better to avoid her and die far away, leaving her only with happy memories from your childhood? Would it have been better if she never got to know the person you are now? Or... would it have been better if she got to know you after being gone for so long, to reconnect with you, to see all the ways you'd changed but also the ways you'd stayed the same?" Marius pulled his knees into his chest, and he gingerly plopped the purple petal on top of them. "Ultimately it boils down to one question: Would she have grieved more if she never knew you, or if she knew you and had the chance to love you?" He cast a quick glance at Luke before rapidly averting his gaze to look back at the flowers.
For now, Luke would pretend he didn't see the tears brimming in the corner of Marius' eyes.
"I never knew my mother." Marius rested his chin on top of his knees, trapping the sole lavender petal there. "I think my father and Giann have suffered more, because they knew her. They miss someone who they loved, because they can see the spectre of her in everyday life in a way that I can't.
"But Giann has told me that he feels more sorry for me, because he wishes I had gotten the chance to know her, make memories with her, and love her. He feels my grief must be worse, because all I have are stories from others without any 'love' to call my own."
Marius paused briefly. Luke could hear the shuddering in his breath as he inhaled deeply, and he could see the way Marius' chest trembled as he slowly let that breath go.
"Maybe we're both right. Maybe we're both wrong. And until you came back from the capital and ran into her again.... You already knew you were dying. You just didn't know whether you should tell her or not."
Marius lifted his head and straightened his back to his full height.
"But she knows now, dammit, so you'd better not run away. She knows you, and she knows what you're going through, so you'd better make sure she has enough happy memories to last an eternity. Until the day she sees you again."
Marius' chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace, and he curled back in on himself once he'd said his piece.
"... because if she cries that she didn't get enough time with you, my first order of business in the afterlife will be to kill you a second time." He sighed. "Unless I hire a medium and pay enough to compensate some spirits for haunting you on that end--"
"I won't let you down."
Luke spoke at last. His voice sounded foreign to him, though, with the conviction and confidence it held. He had never felt so comfortable with his fate, but now... for the first time, he finally felt a burden lift off his shoulders.
Whether telling her or not was the right move was no longer the question. She knew, so Luke had to make the best of the situation.
"You know... you're smarter than I gave you credit for."
"Dude, you suck at compliments."
Another shared laugh, a bit lighter than the first, with a backdrop of powder blue, pale purple, and pastel pink hydrangeas blooming around them.
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trans-androgyne · 7 months
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You know what I can be an ugly woman if I wanna be.
I’m not a woman & I find myself plenty attractive. But (& this might not resonate with everyone but) as a non-binary transmasc I feel that “becoming an ugly woman” has been held over my head my whole life as one of the worst things I could possibly do. Girlishness & beauty were treated as the most valuable parts of me, and after all don’t I know what they do to ugly women? Haven’t I seen how they’re treated?
Now that I’m transitioning, it’s this idea that I’m ruining what could’ve been such a beautiful girl’s body, that I’m corrupting womanhood, that I’m a waste of hips or tits or whatever. And “What if you detransition and you’re stuck being an ugly woman forever, with a deep voice? :(” Like for one, fuck you for that, obviously that’s transphobic. But also, there’s nothing wrong with being an ugly woman either. And again despite not being a woman I feel like breaking down that idea in my head has helped me get past some hurdles in embracing my masculinity a lot.
Most of all, I know how people see me & I’m okay with that. Sometimes it’s as a masculine butch woman, & that’s really not the catastrophe my parents made it out to be. I don’t have to just be a pretty boy; I can be an ugly woman too.
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for the requests , hivemind? or maybe instead prism if you don’t wanna do hive !
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This got me to design him and I'm a teeny bit obsessed..gave him large eyes in his glasses to make him "bug eyed" (but it does imply my interpretation of him is long-sighted which is funny). He keeps flowers that bees love on him at all times because of course he would. And he's built like a dad because of all the bee puns ok...I find him delightful
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rembytem · 1 year
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Oh Shit it’s the Skunchiplier
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walkawaytall · 7 months
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The silence felt less uneasy, and Leia found herself enthralled with the slow movement of the projected moons. Their sheer quantity reminded her of another star chart, one she hadn’t seen in months. She looked at Han again as he crossed through a few of the moons, making shorthand notes that she was certain only he would understand. “Is this what Alderaan is like now?” she asked quietly.
Han froze for a brief moment before turning slightly to look at her. He pointed out the window. “This?”
Leia nodded slowly, looking out at the mass of moons before focusing back on their holo counterparts. “It looks almost the same on the charts. The Grave…yard.” She furrowed her brow and swallowed hard.
Han shook his head. “No, ’t’s nothin’ like…” He paused, rubbing at his temple with his fingertips. “It might be more like this now. Before, it was just chaotic. Felt like we were flyin’ through an asteroid field. Things might’ve fallen into a sort of orbit by now. I dunno. Haven’t been there since it first happened.”
Leia nodded again, making a decision that she hadn’t been able to seriously consider before. “I think, when the war’s over and we get the blockade lifted, I want to go see it. Probably just one time.”
“Lemme guess: you’ll need a pilot?”
She snorted softly, looking down at her boots for a second before lifting her gaze to meet his. “You think you’ll be around?”
“No, I’m pretty sure before the war’s over, Luke an’ Chewie are gonna hafta plan spacer’s funerals for our suicidal asses because they won’t even have bodies to bury after we do whatever idiotic thing it is that gets you and me killed. Probably won’t even be the same idiotic thing, either.” Leia laughed sadly at the frank-but-morose outlook on their future. Han paused before continuing. “But, I’m wrong sometimes, usually ‘bout once a decade or so, and if this is the thing I’m wrong about this go around…yeah, I’ll take you, Leia.”
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dreamaze · 2 years
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KIHYUN  ◯  Dear. YOUTH
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arcademyth · 5 months
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attackjester · 1 year
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something something john doe telltale batman something beetlejuice beetlejuice something something green haired maniacs who are just lonely befriending a black haired emo with a dead mom
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graveyardrabbit · 1 year
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what if we kissed at the Colma Historical Association funeral memorabilia display
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fabiansartstuff · 8 months
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sniper: that scout’s a bloody spy! ’scout’: nuh uh. sniper: sniper: fym “nuh uh”?
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