Mace Windu: [on TV] The Only Jedi We Can Possibly Spare Are Skywalker And Kenobi.  Me: OH COME ON. The

i feel like the fact that all these superheroes know each other but have secret id’s has so much comedy potential 

It’s incredibly important to me that the anime decided to include this scene that wasn’t in the manga. In the manga, Maomao does pass out in Jinshi’s lap after saving him from what was obviously an assassination attempt.

HOWEVER, the manga cuts off at this point, keeping strictly in Maomao’s perspective, and cuts straight to when she regains consciousness in bed after being treated for her injuries. The manga doesn’t show how she got back. They SAY how, and she briefly mentions, “wow that must have been embarrassing; he carried me back,” but we don’t SEE it. We don’t get to feel the true impact of what that means. But the anime DID show us, and holy shit.

They SHOW us how taboo this is. They show Jinshi carrying her out of the temple, after a public attempt on his life.

They show us the shock and horror on Lakan’s face as Jinshi silently walks past him. Horror at the state his daughter is in, horror at another man—a man with a status he could never dare to question—staking such a public claim over his child, horror at the fact that he could never have this level of closeness with her (as Maomao would never allow it).

Everyone hides their gazes, as is their custom when someone of his rank passes by, but the air is different this time. Jinshi is furious, he’s terrified, and he could not give a single shit about how inappropriate it looks to these palace officials.

The shot that slowly follows her trail of blood—even though it’s a small detail—that in particular leaves such a intense impression of how poignant this is for him.

Maomao talked about this scene in the manga like it was nothing to her. She did what she set out to do: she saved the person who was targeted by the attack. She didn’t even know the target would be someone she knew. But she has no idea that this happened afterwards as a result of her bravery. To her, it likely wasn’t even an act of bravery at all. She acted on impulse; she did what she knew was the right thing to do.

The anime didn’t need to include this, because the manga didn’t show it. But damn, I’m so glad they did.

Afsjshs u posted about Wild Space again! Its been a while since Wild Space was last talked abt in ur blog, a little surprising because it is Prime Prequel Content™. Literally the best most wildest fantastic ridiculous and greatest star wars book to ever be written, period.

This is highly entertaining because I feel like I talk about it A LOT. 😄

That said, I agree. It was high time to bring it up again, even if I didn’t have new content to share. What a joyride that book is! I laughed out loud rereading those recap entries I wrote because A) we all know I make myself laugh, and B) I had totally forgotten about this part where Obi-Wan does some Shirtless Hot Yoga: 

😂I mean…honestly. 

Oh ALSO: every person in this book is The Worst and I am here for it. Obi-Wan almost dies on every other page and yet keeps refusing to sleep for 15 minutes or take Advil (and he is COMPLETELY preoccupied with Anakin every second of his life, and eventually WAKES UP SCREAMING ANAKIN’S NAME at one point while Bail Organa understandably almost dies of amusement), Padme spends pretty much the whole book with her hand thrown dramatically against her forehead as she vows that her Special and Powerful Wuv will fix all of Anakin’s Bad Choice-Making, Those Mean Naysayers Be Damned! (spoiler alert: NOPE), the Order gossips about eeeeeeeevvvvvveerryone, Palpatine spends EVERY CONVERSATION HE HAS WITH ANYBODY thinking about how great it’s going to be when that person is dead, and Anakin. ANAKIN. He wins Best Worst, including: 

the scene where he rushes to Obi-Wan’s bedside after one of the times when Obi-Wan almost dies and is like “hey fuck all this I hate everyone why are you all always asking me to do stuff but also HOW DARE YOU insinuate that I CAN’T do all the stuff and also remember when my hand got cut off BECAUSE I DO” and his tantrum causes Obi-Wan to like, almost have a heart attack on his already-death bed and then Anakin is like WAIT MASTER NO DON’T DIE NO ONE LOVES ME LIKE YOU DO and clutches Obi-Wan’s hand like he’s an expiring coma patient in a soap opera, and a doctor almost has to drag him out of the room 

the fact that when he and Padme are eating space grapes in bed, ANAKIN is the one being fed like he’s a fancy princess because of course

He goes to the Council Room to tell them Dramatic and Surprising Information, and when one person is like “wow, really?!” in response to this, Anakin flips his shit on them and is like OH I SEE HOW IT IS YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME OR OBI-WAN FUCK YOU GUYS and later Mace is like “…wow, that guy? Is a pain in the ass” and I’m like SAME, MACE. SAME. 

he gets annoyed thinking about how Obes is such a Rules-Follower and this naturally morphs into what REALLY reads like him wishing he and Padme could have a three-way with him 

Anakin is mid-Dramatic Farewell Makeout with Padme and practically shoves her off a balcony to go rescue Obi-Wan after sensing that he’s in danger, literally seconds after thinking about how much Obi-Wan annoys him and how he’s wrong about everything 

he has a hissy fit in the hallway at Ahsoka (who did something egregious like say hello to him or whatever) and when people stop to stare at a grown-ass man yelling at his teenage student he thinks to himself that everyone there is UGH ALWAYS so super invested in his personal business because he’s the Chosen One as opposed to, you know, the fact that he’s a grown-ass man making a scene in public 

I don’t think I have ever enjoyed reading a Star Wars book more. It genuinely delights me. 😄

The batclan has been exposed to so many toxins over the years that their blood is toxic to anyone else but each other.

I like to imagine that in any atla modern au, aang still, for some reason, finds a reason to beat ozai’s ass

And a Happy New Year

Clark: [Walks into Wayne manor with his family] Hello everyone! Merry chr-

Bruce: [marching to and fro like a drill sergeant in front of Tim, Steph and Jason, looking furious]

Clark: -istmas?

Bruce: [menacing] which one of you did it?

Tim, Steph and Jason: [looking bored] ...

Bruce: I know it was one of you. Which. One.

Jason: You 'know' it was one of us? That sounds a little presumptuous.

Steph: Yeah. I came here to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now.

Bruce: Of course it was one of you three!

Jason: [gasps] Oh my god. Bias.

Tim: This is sexist.

Bruce: what?

Steph: We're being victimized. [flips her hair] I feel unsafe.

Bruce: [stops in front of Tim] Tim. You're the sensible one. Who was it?

Tim: [dramatically] You accuse us of wrongdoing yet you lack even the slightest hint of evidence. For shame.

Jason: Shoddy detective work is what it is.

Steph: What would Gordon say?

Jason: You know. It really breaks my heart that you would just ASSUME that one of us did it. Really shows who you trust, huh, batman? God forbid you'd interrogate DICK.

Bruce: assu- ASSUME? In this family there are THREE people who would EVER even THINK to tie someone up, cover them in glitter and put them on top of the christmas tree. [points viciously at the slightly worse-for-wear pinetree] AND IT'S YOU

Steph: [studying her nails] sounds like sexism to me

Tim: [arms crossed] circumstantial at best

Jason: [grinning] got any FACTS to corroborate that accusation B?

Bruce: I-

Damian: [from the doorway; his clothes, hair and skin covered in glitter] It was Todd and Brown. Though I do not doubt that Drake assisted in planning it.

Tim, Steph and Jason: ...

Jason: OBJECTION

Clark: ...

Kon: [trying to stifle his laughter]

Lois: [to Clark] We're not having any more children. Two is enough.

(A spin off of this post. It is very highly recommended to read it first if you haven't already)

@alls-well-that-ends-weird

*cackles*

Bruce sat at his desk, his hands sternly folded in front of his face. Damian sat in the chair in front of him, staring defiantly.

“Damian… We need to talk about the kids. And the animals.”

Damian stuck his nose in the air arrogantly with the manner of a man who knew he could not lose. Normally an admirable feat against Bruce “Brucie” “Batman” Wayne, but this was Damian Wayne, formerly Al Ghul. What he wanted, he usually ended up getting—with or without permission.

“I don’t know what you're talking about, Father.”

Bruce stared at him, just a few degrees shy of his batglare. “Damian. In the past three months, you have acquired twenty-three toddlers, seventy two cats, fifty dogs, an uncountable number of fish, another cow, three deer, and a random assortment of other animals. Not only that, you adopted Colin, and gained partial guardianship over Jon.” Bruce started full on glaring. “I don't know how. I don't want to know—actually, I do, if only I can stop you from doing more. But that's not the point.” Bruce leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “No more. Send them back where they came from. They need to go. Now.”

Damian examined his fingernails delicately. “No.”

“Damian—”

Damian grinned evilly. Bruce tensed in anticipation as Damian opened his mouth and spoke in an overly loud and dramatic voice.

“BUT FATHER YOU CAN'T MAKE THEM LEAVE—”

Bruce's beautiful, original mahogany wood doors burst open, shattering against the walls.

“NO!”

It was the children. And the animals. God, so many animals. They were all screaming at him in their shrill little voices and all their noises like a demented chorus. Was this his punishment? He knew he wasn't the best father in the world, but surely he didn't deserve this?

“NO!”

“THAT'S OUR BABA!”

“WE WANNA STAY!”

“I WAN’ BABA!”

“Yeah Mr. Wayne,” a horrifyingly familiar voice said over the waves of small beings, quieting them to whimper and sobs, “Don't take us away from ‘Baba’.”

There, walking into his office with stupidly big devious grins on their faces—the exact same one as Damian’s, the little snots—were Colin and Jon, both clearly enjoying this entirely too much.

They walked up behind a smug Damian (who was drowning in cute animals and tiny orphan children—no! Stay strong Bruce!) and wrapped their arms around him, pouting.

“Gosh, Gramps,” Bruce felt a stab in the chest as Colin sniffed in mock distress, “I just got a big family, you can't take them from me now! Baba promised we'd all have a loving and comfortable life.”

“Yeah Grandpapa!” Jon pouted, his eyes tearing up in his deadliest puppy dog eyes. Bruce felt another stab in the chest. “I've got such a big family now, and I can't let my new siblings down now, you know? Baba promised we could all stay together!” All the children nodded along with him, eyes teary and noses sniffing with puppy eyes they clearly learned from Jon.

That little—

“Well Father?” Damian smirked. “You wouldn't make me a liar now, would you? Not to my precious family?”

Bruce had the sinking feeling that this would not be the last conversation about this. He also had the sneaking suspicion that he would win exactly none of them.

Bruce dropped his head in his hands and groaned.

God, what would he tell Clark?

a short poem on loss. words by vomitingwords.tumblr

clone wrs season is upon us, ahsoka warriors we ride

this is so mean but sometimes i see published writing and suddenly no longer feel insecure about my own writing ability. like well okay that got published so im guessing i dont have much to worry about

where is the emmy nom