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@majamy03 OKAY (spoiler warning???)

FIRST OF ALL, the Joker was written in a way that made him so obviously a gay character, at least if you ask me, and the hero/villain relationship between Batman and the Joker was treated like they were a couple

The entire plot happens because it’s all Joker trying to make Batman acknowledge their relationship and admit there’s something special between them

Literally all of Joker’s motivation to do what he does is to make Batman think of him the same way he thinks of him

He literally “breaks up” with Batman at one part because Batman wouldn’t say “I hate you too” when Joker said “I hate you, now, you say it”.

Istg Batman made him cry like, 3 times because he kept rejecting him

Theres a really gay, sunset scene with them at the end too tho where Batman finally admits he feels the same way. As this sun is setting dramatically they have this entire “I hate you” “I hate you more” “I hate you most” “I hate you forever~” thing.
(Since its a hero/villain dynamic they say I hate you instead of I love you but it’s still said in this stupid, loving tone that murders my soul)

just good golly man.

Batman lovingly tapping Joker’s chin and saying something like “I’ll see you around” almost killed me?

Also Robin, before he knew Bruce Wayne and Batman were the same person, thought he had TWO dad’s and was super excited about it which was precious as hell

I really like Chrom’s character the more I think about him. His father was an awful person (at least that’s what it realllly sounded like) who waged wars and destroyed Ylisse’s relations with other countries and even its own peasantry. Chrom is afraid of becoming like him.

I think every time Chrom decided to go to war, he probably had already spent plenty of nights debating on if it was the right thing to do, or if he might just be falling victim to some messed up sense of justice he “inherited” from his father. Chrom only fights when he has to and only for good reasons, but he confides in Robin, an amnesiac with no memory of the past exalt or the negative stigma surrounding the royal family’s past.

Robin only knows and trusts Chrom. They don’t see his father in him, and Chrom never sees Validar in Robin. Maybe that’s why the fact that Robin is technically the heir of Plegia by the end of the game is never really brought up by anyone, because Chrom knows that it would only be damaging to bring up that tie to their father and all of his mistakes. They wouldn’t just be “Robin the Tactician” who helped Ylisse anymore, they would become “Robin the child of Validar” and “the heir to Plegia.” Robin’s name would become connected to the country who would be responsible for Emmeryn’s death in the eyes of Ylisse’s citizens.

Chrom knows how it feels to be judged by the mistakes of his father and does all he can to be better than that, and he always reminds Robin that he sees them for who they are. He trusts them based on their friendship and their personal achievements above all, even if their father is one of his greatest enemies. He is a truly great friend to Robin because they are able to understand each other in this way even if Robin’s past is mostly a mystery.

They’re two opposite sides of the same coin. Both have fathers who have left them terrible legacies. One has the bloodline of the Divine Dragon, one of the Fell Dragon. The heirs of Ylisse and Plegia, two enemy countries whose history are intertwined. Their trust and understanding of each other is why they have an inseparable bond

all this abbey hate is crazy holy heck. blah blah a few thoughts on this.

i think the biggest thing a lot of ppl are forgettin is that the cast are teens, might as well still refer to them as kids even bc they are still growing?? kids learn from mistakes, you have to do stupid things to learn from them first so the amount of ppl saying paulo is an innocent baby and that abbey is basically satan incarnated is baffling. i think one of the key things to remember here is that abbey DOESNT WANT TO BE LIKE THIS. this is what weve seen out of his internal struggles, he does not want to be like his father in the least bit. paulo never gives him a break with this, always pushing him to his limits and thats not a good thing for someone trying to recover. also, abbey is a fighter n def fights for his friends n what he believes in even if those views might be wrong and tho violence is something that cannot be excuses he has been struggling since his  arrival in the comic. abbey was n still will be a redeemable character. as i said, people make mistakes and grow/learn from them but cmon guys its not like he straight up murdered someone n this ISNT the first time weve seen abbey hit someone. again he did it in defense of a female friend who he thought needed saving (tho lets be real it def did seem like tess needed some sort of help in that v moment.) i say female bc he brings up that paulo brings no-good to any female he comes in contact with n then threatens n hurts paulo all for the supposed sake of daisy. tho honestly i dont think it was simply just with daisy in mind, paulo has been a lil shit to abbey since the beginning and he has a lot of internal anger over this built up and im p positive some of that came out in the bathroom at the con. but def another part of it was he was afraid of losing daisy to him, as she always tends to side with paulo over silly things that she really shouldnt be casting abbey to the side for. its not just paulos torment that has pushed abbey this far a lot of it is from daisy too. but thats another thing i dont understand, why isnt he more angered about mike, whom daisy clearly still is v emotionally attached to? is it bc he has sandy n is v dedicated to her or is bc mike just isnt like paulo at all? he has extremely strong hatred towards paulo for many justifiable reasons n tho theres not many reasons to actually hurt someone physically no one can pretend paulo is innocent, even if he was actually innocent as far as daisy goes.

i could go on for ages about the silly stupid hurtful stuff paulo has done but i think i touched on that enough already, he is growing just as abbey is and i think as far as main characters go paulo so far has done the most developing and i look forward to more from other characters as well.

ig im just rambling at this point!! just dont say abbey is evil for this he will learn from his mistake just like paulo is also gettin a slap of reality rn as well.

Lets do a headcount

Eren is pissed and maybe traumatized and can’t shift anymore

Mikasa is still injured and out of ammo

Armin had his skin burnt off of him and fell 50 meters

Jean is injured

Connie is injured

Sasha is fucking knocked out

Bert lost a majority of his limbs

Reiner took a spear to the face. Again.

Hange is immortal

Moblit is probably dead

Levi is running low on ammo

Erwin is still bleeding out/ unknown

Marlo is dead

Really doesnt matter which part of the fandom you’re from, everything is terrible right now

I’ve spent the last few days so angry at Robert. And I think i’m so angry because I see so much of myself in him, and if he can’t be better, how can I be better? He gave me hope that I could be happy.

And thats my issue, because I do exactly what he does when I think i’m about to lose someone, I lash out and make them leave, because at least then I was the one in control of that situation. I made the decision, not them, and I won’t feel like I wasn’t good enough for them. 

And thats Robert. He thought he was losing Aaron, and that Aaron was choosing drugs over him. Drugs. and I suppose prison, because Aaron knew the drugs could impact the appeal, but he still chose to carry on. And that’s Roberts main issue. That people he loves always choose someone or something else. The main one obviously being Jack choosing Andy over him time and again.

And we’ve seen that even more since he came back. When Aaron was pushing him away, he hurt Aaron as much as he possibly could. Because he was protecting himself, he was choosing to lose Aaron, not the other way around. Aaron wasn’t good enough for him. And then Aaron couldn’t hurt him.

Aaron turns his insecurities on himself, which makes him automatically more sympathetic to the audience. Because he hurts himself so he doesn’t hurt anyone else.

But Robert turns his on everyone else. He says the worst possible things to people (The Scrapyard scene), or sleeps with people he shouldn’t (Rebecca and even Katie back in the day), just to prove to himself that he’s the one in control. He may not always be anyone’s number one, but he sure as hell is his own, and he’ll do anything to protect himself from hurt. 

And it’s not healthy, but now if the relationship does break down, its not because Aaron didn’t love him enough to stop doing drugs, its because he chose to sleep with Rebecca. 

It’s why he said all those horrible things about Aaron to her in the bedroom, because he was lashing out, because he felt he wasn’t enough and he reverted to the old Robert because that’s how he protects himself.

And so I suppose I have to stay positive. Because they both have issues, and they both need professional help, and Emmerdale have never addressed any of these issues, and maybe this will be the push they both need to get help. 

Because yeah, this is a little bit more than just messed up, but they’re both individuals who are a little bit more than messed up, and I have to hope that they both sort themselves out.

anonymous asked:

So that panel with urie thinking about saiko and then mutsuki with afterwards thinking 'what is this feeling' i still dont understand that at all. But do you think it meant urie now liking saiko wondering why he's feeling like that? I mean she hugged him and even confessed so...

I don’t think Saiko has confessed romantic feelings to Urie at all. I think she meant that in a family-loving way, because she knew that Urie would need love and support to overcome this process of becoming a ghoul. She made clear that she “knew” how Urie felt (lonely), and told him that she had been looking at him all this time, acknowledging his leadership and his feeling of wanting to belong somewhere. Now, about the panel you mention, I personally interpret that comment as “I’m feeling loved by others (Saiko)” and maybe “I have feelings for Mutsuki” = “what is this feeling?”, Urie was always cold and never felt close to the rest of the squad, even if the others loved him as a friend, he maybe never felt that love and felt lonely all the time, and jealous of Haise. Now he’s being more open about it and he’s starting to see that he has people who care about him, and he’s also showing concern for others, aka Mutsuki, and all of these feelings are new to him, maybe that’s why he’s like ohh, what’s this? 

As Blue As The Ocean

Author: the-stressmushroom

Word Count: 2k

Rating: PG

Warnings: Swearing?

Authors Note: FLUFFFFFFFF! (First time writing fluff)  PLEASE GO VOTE FOR ME IN THE PHANFIC AWARDS @phanfic​

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My name is Daniel James Howell and I am in love with Phillip Michael Lester.  It sounds easy enough.  He loves me, I love him, we live happily ever after right?  Thats what we deserve at least.  Phil and I deserve happy.  But, of course, nothing can ever be perfect.  Phil and I cannot do things other couples can.  He thinks we should, but I am afraid he might get hurt.  You see, Phil is blind and he has been since birth.  He is very capable considering his disability, yet, he still cannot see.  Ever since eighth grade, when we first met, I have been his best friend, and his guide.  I am his eyes, and I always will be.  I’m fine with that.  I fell in love with him the day I met him, and I will gladly lead him around this world if that means I get to take every breath of my waking life by his side.  His beauty is beyond measure and his personality is so kind, it could change the world.  I don’t deserve him, but somehow, I am lucky enough to be with him.  And I am even luckier that such a wonderful man loves me back.

“Dan?”  Phil asks, clutching my hand tightly.  I caress his skin with my thumb and turn my head towards him, admiring the way the moonlight bounces from his porcelain skin.
“Yes Phil?”  I reply, scooting closer to him on our checkered little picnic blanket, enjoy his warmth.
“Could you describe the sky for me?”  I smile at him.
He has always been fascinated with the sky, longing to know what it looks like.
It has always puzzled him about how the sky changes.  He can’t quite grasp the concept that the sky looks different at different times of the day, or during different seasons.
I turn onto my back at stare up at the vast night that lay out above me.
“Tonight Phil, the sky is dark, but clear.  Not a cloud in sight.  The color is an inky black, almost how you would imagine jealousy looking.  But it is not off putting, it is inviting.  And the inky black is layered with a blanket of twinkling lights, stars.”
Phil’s eyes light up at that. He loves stars.
“Are there lots of stars out tonight Dan?”  Phil asks, burying his nose in the crook of my neck.  I sigh, pulling him closer to me.
“Yes Phil, there are millions.  And they all shine for you.”  He giggles and I can feel a bubble of warmth grow in my chest.
“Do you think I will ever be able to see them?”  Phil asks, his eyes wide and unfocused, like always.  He has asked me this before, and I never know how to answer.  Sure we have looked into.  There are surgeries now that can re-attach the severed optic nerves that prevent him from seeing, but the success rate is so low and the complication count is so high.
“I don’t know honey.”  I wish I did.  But I just don’t.  I know it’s his life and he can do with it what he will, but how could I ever let him dive head first into an extremely dangerous operation?  
“Dan, are you okay?”  Phil brings me back from my thoughts and I lean down to kiss his forehead.
“Yea Philly I’m fine.  Why do you ask?”
“You’re just being uber quiet tonight, it’s not like you.”  I can hear the worry in his voice, so I kiss him again, this time on the lips, trying to release some of the tension that has filled the air.
“I’m fine, trust me.”  I say, sighing.  We spend a few more minutes in comfortable silence, just enjoying each others company.
“I love you Dan.”
“I love you too Phil.”

“Dan!”  Phil shouts from the kitchen.  I shoot up from my sitting position and rush to his side, thinking something is wrong.
“Phil! Phil, are you okay?”  I say, a bit out of breath from the sudden burst of exercise.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine.  It’s just Dr. Moore wants to speak to you.”  I grunt in response, taking the phone from Phil’s grasp, more than a little pissed that Phil is now snickering about how out of breath I am.
Dr. Moore is Phil’s eye doctor and therapist, and has been since we first moved to London.  He is excellent and is always trying to find new ways to help people like Phil.
“Hello Daniel,”  Dr. Moores voice pours out of the phone receiver, “I am calling to inform you that Phil has been selected for the clinical trial of a new procedure that may be able to fix his eye sight.”  I nearly choke on my saliva.  Phil might be able to see?
“What are the risks Doctor?”  That is always my number one priority, Phils safety.
“Well, so far, none.  It has been very successful-“
“Then we will do it.”  Phil is going to be able to see.  We have to do it.  No risks?  No problem.
“Are you sure Daniel?  What does Phil think?”
“I’m sure he will say yes.”  I know he will.
“All right then, come into the office at 8:30 AM next Monday, I will email you with all the information you will need so that you may prep for the surgery.  I’m so happy that you were so quick with your answer.  See you Monday.”
“Thank you Doctor.”  I choke, tears threatening to slip down my face.
“Dan are you all right?”  I here Phil call from the other room.  I walk in and sit down in front of him so that I can look him in the eyes.  Though they are vacant, I know it makes him feel better when I treat him as though they are perceiving.
“Yes Phil, I’m wonderful.”
“Then why are you crying?”
“Because I’m happy!”
“Why?”
“Because you are going to see.”

It’s Sunday night and I am freaking out.  The operation is tomorrow, and Phil is the perfect picture of serenity; not a worry in the world.  
“Dan, come here sweetie and relax.  Sit with me.  I need you to do something for me.”
I put down the packet Dr. Moore had sent over hesitantly, and plop down next to Phil.
He turns to face me.
“Dan, can you describe to me what you look like?  Like what you really look like.  Not some half-assed answer.  When I can see, I wanna be able to compare your answer to mine.”
Phil had asked me to describe myself in the past.  I hate how I look, I hate thinking about how I look, but I will do it for Phil.
“Alright.  I’ll do it.”  Phil smiles at me, and pulls his legs up underneath himself.
“Well first off, I’m tall.  Freakishly tall, but luckily your pretty tall too so it’s less awkward.  I have a boring hair color that matches my boring eyes, brown.  Brown is the same color as a lot of gross things in this world, like dirt, but it’s not all bad because it’s also the color of coffee and chocolate.”  Phil hums at that, he does have quite the sweet tooth.
“And my eyes aren’t all brown I guess.  They have a bit of amber in them.  Amber is the color of honey, and sunlight, so I guess having that in my eyes makes them a bit special.”  Phil smiles at me.  I hope he knows how hard I am trying right now.
“My face is average, I can’t really describe it to you and my skin is pale, but not as pale as yours.  I’m not fit in anyway, as I have a bit of pudge around my tummy and-“
Phil cuts me off there.  
“I think your tummy is perfect.”  He says, laying back on top of me and resting his head on my chest.  I spread my legs a bit more so we can both be comfortable and I put my arms behind my head.
“There is not much more to say, except that I have one dimple.  A dimple is like a little dent in someones cheek that appears when they smile.”
Phils eyes glitter.
“You sound beautiful.”  I sigh, he always says that.
“I’m really not, especially in comparison to someone as gorgeous as you.”

“Dan, can you describe me?”  I look down at him puzzled.  He has never asked me to do that.  Now that I think about it, why hasn’t he ever asked?  I mean thats a pretty standard question.  I know I’d want to know what I look like.
“Phil, you are light.  You shine so brightly it hurts because you care so much.  You make everyones day a bit happier and it shows.  Your skin is perfect, porcelain white like snow, and your hair is black as night.  You have a radiant smile that is completely contagious and never ending.  But there is one thing about you that I love the most. Your eyes.”
His smile falters at this and his head turns to face me.
“What’s so great about my eyes.  They’re broken.”  He looks as though he may begin to tear up, and I raise my hand to caress his cheek.
“Just because they are broken, doesn’t mean they aren’t beautiful.”  I smile down at him.
“Your eyes are glorious.  They sparkle whenever you are happy, and look like crystals when you are sad.  Their color is mesmerizing.  They are as blue as the ocean on a sunny day and have flakes of gold in them like you captured sun beams in your heart the day you were born.  Everything about you is beautiful and perfect Phil, especially your eyes.”
He sits up, and bites his lip.
“Dan, I’m nervous for tomorrow.”
“It’s okay baby, me too.”

The hours pass slowly.  I’m sitting in the dank waiting room biting my nails, which became nubs long ago.  My foot has not stopped tapping since I sat down, and my heart speeds with each passing second.  I am praying to every god that may be for Phil to get through this safely.
“Mr. Howell?”  The doors to surgery swing open and a nurse waltzes out.  
“Yes?”  I say, my voice cracking a tiny bit.
“The Doctor would like to see you.”
Time stops, my heart drops, and my head fills with shouting.
The only word being shouted is Phil.
The nurse leads me back to Dr. Moores office, and he surprises me with a smile.
“Daniel,” he says, his voice light.  “The surgery was a complete success.  Phil now has his sight.”
I cannot stop the tear from falling and I don’t give a flying fuck.  My baby can see.
“He is going to be extremely sensitive to light in the beginning, but soon, he will grow accustomed to it.”
I nod.  I really do not care.  Phil can see.
“Would you like to go and see him?”  Dr. Moore asks.  I try to find the words to answer him, but just nod as I cannot construct my thoughts into words at the moment.  A smile is permanently plastered to my face.
“Right this way then Dan.”
We walk quickly down a few long hallways until Dr. Moore stops in front of a recovery room, I reach for the handle and look up at him, asking permission.  He nods, and I burst into the room.
And, there is my Phil, sat on a small hospital bed, in a white gown, examining his own hands with a look of wonder on his face.  His eyes are brighter than I have ever seen them.
He can see.
“Phil, the doctors said the surgery was a success baby!  What’s it like?”
Phil has yet to look my way, he is still examining his own hands, turning them every which way, fascinated.
“It’s a bit over whelming I will admit, but-“
He looks up at me and gasps.
“What, whats wrong?”  Is he okay, is he hurt?
“Nothings wrong.”  He says smiling, a single tear dripping down his face.
“You’re just so beautiful.”

anonymous asked:

mugger anon here. thought id tell a follow up. he knew why i was doing it. he knew what id been going through. he gave me his money with no fight, i think he thought i was bluffing cause he didnt seem phased by it. he told me i was sick and needed to get help. thats not the reason i quit, but a couple months later i started to get sober. tuesday marks 3 years clean. its been hard, and my ex-friend still doesnt want anything to do with me, understandably. but still a happy ending, at least.

Im glad you’re clean. Quite the journey you’ve made. Be proud of yourself for kicking it.

anonymous asked:

what do u think of eridan. id put the eyes emoji here but i cant so just pretend its there

OK ….. DONT DISCOURSE ME ON THIS I KNOW HES A HUGE DICK ….. HES ONE OF MY COMFORT CHARAS CUZ HE WAS MY FIRST FAVE WHEN I GOT INTO HOMESTUCK I KNOW BUT i think hes one of the more enjoyable hs boys for me at least but thats jus me also i like his design

Absolutely do not think about how the last time Han and Luke saw each other there was probably so much pain and regret on both sides and this resentment from Han that his best friend let down his baby son followed by guilt that he’s heaping the responsibility on Luke when it was his fault, his son goddamnit; and how ashamed Luke felt that he failed to save yet another part of his family and now he’s let down Han and how could this happen, how; and how there was all this unspoken pain on both sides and the resentment and shame that couldn’t help but be felt, how some part of each of them blamed the other even when they knew it was wrong; and how in the long years that followed both men probably comforted themselves in the silence that one day they’ll see each other again and there’ll be no need for words, everything will heal again…

Under no circumstances think about that.

Continuation of rp

Sona feeling uneasy about the situation that lead up to this. Who did she just partner up with? Seeing how dead eye he was almost murderous intent when she blocked his path she followed jhin out the back silently. Good thing thats what she was best at, along with playing music. “He wont kill anyone with that rifle will he? Doesnt matter as long as i get out of this place i can at least be on my way home.” She followed jhin quietly following his every move. “Maybe there is something i can do so no one has to die here.” She lightly grabbed jhins shoulder and pointed to an alleyway of a nearby worn down place. “I think we can hide there from those people so they dont see us. As long as were silent they wont know its us” she thought to herself and gestured so that even garen could understand.