#*SOUND THE ALARM*

[biisutoarm]

What is your favorite color?

MINE'S GRAY.

[frogsinajar]

[oddberryshortcake]

THIS IS A NIGHTMARE

[homeboygirl]

[8 seconds from a ytp my friend @normalname69 made]

nurse joy: "Have you seen that posteR?"

ash: "HUauuaUH?"

nurse joy: *one single angelic note*

[mashmouths]

i need to experience something beautiful and true or i'm going to dissolve into a wretched ooze i think

[raynewolferune]

Meta Jazz, the Arkham Intern Therapist Pt1

Update 5/16/2024: Congrats guys, gals, and others! You have planted the seeds and they have grown. Today I wrote another 46 pages on this story (the first section was only 9 pages ya'll). I'm working on splitting it up into smaller sections so I can post it now because tumblr said no to doing it as one piece. I'll be using the tag #Meta Jazz Arkham Intern Therapist if you want to follow it.

Original Note: I'm going to go ahead and apologize for how OOC Bane is in this. It originally was Joker but I couldn't see Jazz tolerating his proximity for more than a single millisecond so Bane it is.

~*~*~

The hardest thing about being a Meta in Gotham was responding appropriately during a Rouge's attack, Jazz mused to herself. Or perhaps that was just the hardest part about being a Meta intern at Arkham while studying psychology at Gotham University. Or maybe it was just her, she considered watching the guards and Dr. Rylie whom she'd been shadowing for the past 2 weeks wide eyed, pale, and shaking as theybstared at Bane behind her. It must just be her, Jazz decided, newbie guard Kyle Jennings was definitely a Meta after all. She should probably give him some tips on hiding his enhanced strength considering how often he broke mugs, door handles, and other delicate items used in daily life.

"Weapons down or I'll snap her skinny little neck." Bane growled out, shaking her slightly for emphasis. She very much doubted that. Liminials were built different than the standard Meta, stronger, faster, better endurance, and senses even if they could mostly appear to be standard humans on the outside.  As such, their bones and muscles were much were much denser than regular humans or even Meta humans. Technically, she could be considered "invulnerable" much like the Kryptonians are.

"Back up! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie  shouted at the guards. "She's my student! Let him through!" His voice was higher pitched than she could recall hearing it before.

Ah. That was panic.

Jazz sighed involuntarily and glanced over her shoulder at Bane. Why the man had grabbed the only person close to his own height nearby was a mystery to her - no, nevermind, he clearly meant to use her as a shield - but it made looking him in the eye more difficult than necessary.

"Mr. Bane, remove your hands from my person, please." Jazz stated calmly, channeling what Danny called her inner mom as she spoke. "I will give you to one to comply."

Bane looked stunned for a moment then laughed.

"Five."

The laughing continued. Jazz could sense a stir of uncertainty through her colleagues as they looked on.

"Four."

"Did you really think that would work?" Bane snorted out, arms tensing more around her.

"Three." She continued, indifferent to his words from her experiences raising her brother. Once the count down starts you mustn't respond to anything the kids do or say until they comply or the count is done.

"What cab you even do if I don't?" Bane asked darkly breathing directly in her ear. She kept her face expressionless despite the urge to express disgust.

"Two."

"Jasmine..."  Kyle whispered halfway across the hall from her looking on with a pained and horrified expression. Gun tilting towards the floor. Sloppy.

"One." She finished and Bane gave a derisive snort.

Then she was moving. Hauling the enormous man up and over her shoulder using the arm that had been wrapped around her neck. Bane hit the cold tile hard enough that the tiles, subfloor, structural supports, and part of the concrete foundation buckled beneath him. His shoulder popped out of joint, his wrist cracked - a hairline fracture by the sound of it -  and his breath was punched out of him from the force of impact. She released his arm as soon as his was embedded in the tiles and moved forward. Kneeling over him, support most of her weight on her left foot resting on the broken ground, her right knees pressed firmly across his throat without supporting any of her weight. The position put more strain on her muscles than she would've liked but at least Bane couldn't risk fighting back without crushing his own neck in the process. He could hardly throw her while flat on his back with a mangled arm.

"Now," Jazz began, looking directly into the behemoth's pained eyes. "Do you know what you've done wrong?" She asked like she would have done with Danny as a child.

"Yes, Ma'am." Bane choked out. Jazz heard movement and murmuring behind her. She didn't turn to look.

"What did you do wrong?" She asked. It was important to make sure children correctly understood why they were in trouble after all. There was a long pause as Bane appeared to cast around for the exact right answer as if he feared getting it wrong. A bad habit Danny still uses as well, Jazz thought to herself.

"I tried to hold you hostage," He choked out in a rush, words tumbling over one another as he tried to get them all out. "I scared you coworkers and it was very disrespectful."

So he'd gone for the grab-bag response. It wasn't wrong per sey but it did indicate a past history of abuse. The type of answer given by someone who expected to be harmed or ignored if they gave the "wrong" answer. Danny tended to use that method also and their parents had always been negligent at best.

"And are you going to do it again?" She asked giving him a Look as she did. Bane's eyes widened and he tried to frantically shake his head as much as possible with the pressure on his neck.

"No, Ma'am." He promised fervently.

"Alright then," Jazz said giving him a warm smile. She gestured vaguely towards the guards without turning to look at them. "Kyle here is going to take you to see the nurse and then back to your room then. I'm sure you'll behave for him?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll behave." Bane said. Jazz stood slowly asking sure not to put any additional pressure on his neck as she did. Kyle came and stood next to her as the giant of a man slowly pulled himself to his feet then led him away with 5 other guards.

Jazz heaved a sigh. Well, time to find out whether or not she could play all that off as normal, non-Meta human behavior.

[roe-oo]

hey. cubfan fireworks ender dragon fight.

[breekio]

rewatched the shadowlands cinematics (sadly) and wanted to sketch

and you know what, maybe attempting to choke Sylvanas wasn't the best idea but its the principle that counts, everyone say thanks Tyrande

[mercury-prince]

*cartoon smooch sound effect* [image description in the ALT]

[watermelonlicker]

i referenced in this post that simon is the devil and never hid it. this is why he wants to get rid of as many larries as he can, particularly the veterans. all day i was thinking at work where tf did i remember him saying that and i did a little digging thanks to this iconic video masterpost (please preserve this as well omg) and i was able to find the receipt to back up my claim. simon said on candid fucking camera what he is and you can audibly hear cheryl cole saying “speak for yourself” and you can see (if you’re not willfully blind) how uncomfortable the boys looked from THE BEGINNING.

this is what we’re talking about when we say be frustrated but please take a second to breathe. i get you haven’t had to deal with louis and a stunt for a long time and you felt comfort in a come out but please remember why we are here. this is more than just a ship. larry is not fan fiction. they are real people in a long battle we have only scratched the scope of.

syco & its minions need the larries who remember this stuff GONE and for us to delete all the evidence we’ve created in anger. i deleted my goddamn twitter in 2015 and wish i hadn’t. i’m speaking from experience. you cannot let yourself be blind sided by emotion especially not at this stage. make your jokes etc but please dear GOD do not fucking delete your blogs/ your twitters/your big docs of everything etc. if you have to leave please give them over to someone else who can preserve them for you in your absence do not delete the evidence. we CANNOT lose anymore media.

UNDERSTAND THEY WANT US TO BE UPSET AT LOUIS. THEY THINK IT’S ENTERTAINMENT. and if some of the larries on twitter are right and zara is actually fighting against syco with katie waissel (another person who was on 1d’s season speaking out recently) this could be a giant smear campaign that we’re playing into and they are BANKING on larries hating zara. please please do not let it continue.

the cycle has to be broken. something huge is brewing and we have to tighten the reigns like it’s 2015 and prepare for war if need be.

link to whoever wants to archive the full video

[householdcryptid]

hiiii love your l&d nurse ideas and i hope you get to write about it at some point!! <3 i saw on an ask u said to drop ideas so if you ever feel like it i l've been praying for someone to write reader sharing an on-call room while in between shifts or something w/ carter or definitely something with carter being gentle with kids 😫 or l&d reader showing carter the newborn babies in the maternity ward (i can't remember what that's called but yk the room where hospitals keep the newborn babies??) when he's like stressed or having a bad day and it cheers him up and he's like yearning for the day he can have kids

this was so fun to write i have to be real with you. i love this little guy so much he makes me stupid. CW: uhh, babies, carter being sleep deprived and lovesick, denny's awful lack of medical knowledge(I googled), an overabundance of the word little and baby, carter being a little delusional at the end (don't worry they're gonna get together in the next one) 1500 words! i hope you like it :)

ONE AM

Carter can’t remember the last time he’d slept, or ate, for that matter. He’s running on fumes, and Benton’s constant hounding about charts and imaging and lab results is wearing him thin. He just wants a nap. One, tiny thirty-minute nap. So, when he finds a dark on-call room with nobody in sight, he flops himself down on the bed without a second thought. “Hey-!” A voice yelps quietly, and then there’s an elbow in his ribs. He grunts, huffing a breath. “Woah, what the- Oh,” He breathes out, grinning despite the exhaustion that threatens to swallow him up. “Hey, you. What are you doin’ down here?” Your hand fumbles for the light switch as you emerge from the cocoon of blankets you've surrounded yourself with, grumbling at being woken up. “I was sleeping.” You mutter with nowhere near as much venom as you would use on someone else. Being mean to Carter doesn’t come naturally to you, even when he wakes you up from your naps, apparently. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you s’posed to be on the floor with Benton?”   Carter sighs, an exaggerated sound, rubs at his eyes with the heels of his palms. “I have an hour to spare, was hopin’ for a nap myself.” He looks tired, the soft skin under his eyes bruised a light shade purple, his shoulders drooping. Even his normally bright smile is dulled. You feel a pang of sympathy twist in your heart. His hours are crazy, Surgery is much more taxing than L&D. You know from his frequent complaints over shitty cafeteria food that Benton is partially to blame for that. “Don’t let me stop you.” You reply, stretching your arms up over your head, yawning softly. “I have to get back upstairs anyway. We have a baby boy with a pretty severe case of jaundice, I’m hoping his labs are back by now.” He watches you with warm eyes, sitting with his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. His smile doesn’t fade either, a little dopey with how tired he is. You’re pretty, he can’t help but think. Your hair is a little sleep mussed, eyes heavy still, but more alert than before. “He gonna be okay?” He asks, equally concerned as he is desperate to hear your voice again.  It makes you smile though, poking your tongue in your cheek to try and tamp it down. “He should be. We’ve got him in the incubator, and we did some Phototherapy on him earlier this morning. The labs are to check his bilirubin levels, see if they’re down from yesterday.” You’re standing up now, and he mourns the loss of your warmth pressed against his side. It takes every ounce of brain function he still has not to whine. You notice, of course, you notice everything about Carter. (“John,” He keeps insisting, even though you never listen.) The way his smile falters and his chin dips down gives him away. “You should come up later,” You suggest, fingers lifting to ruffle through his hair playfully, a selfish move. His hair is soft, and he tips his head into your hand lazily, his smile back in force. “Come see all the new babies. If Benton can survive without you for thirty minutes, that is.” It’s a gentle tease, smiling softly back at him, finding yourself infected by his bliss-filled grin. 

He huffs, groaning softly in displeasure, eyebrows pinching together, lips twisting into a grimace. “I think he wants me to work till I drop, angel.” He grouches, shaking his head dispondently, pouting up at you. “He’s a surgeon, Carter,” You hum, fond and the tiniest bit amused at his peril. He’s so expressive, his emotions playing out plain as day on his face. It’s hard not to love him. “He’s a sadist by nature. Don’t let him get you down.” You order, eyebrows raising pointedly, looping your stethoscope over the back of your neck. He nods heavily, a deep sigh spilling from his lips, a dry puff of a laugh. “Yeah,” He mumbles, giving you a tiny smile. “Yeah, I’ll try.” You nod, watching as he wiggles himself down onto the bed. You only leave when he closes his eyes, flipping the light switch off on your way out. SIX AMYou’re just picking up Baby Elliot-Jones when a quiet knock rings on the door. You turn, confused, but you soften at the sight of him. Carter somehow looks worse than before, haggard in a way that makes your heart hurt. “You didn’t get that nap, huh?” You ask quietly, adjusting the baby boy in your arms, swaying gently to keep him calm. John huffs a wry laugh, shaking his head while he pulls on a gown. He makes his way over to you, smiling softly down at the little boy you’re cradling to your chest. “No,” He murmurs, tipping his head to the side some. His eyes go all gooey warm, and it sends your heart fluttering. “No, I didn’t get that nap.” He confirms, shrugging a shoulder noncommittally. “S’this the guy?”

You hum, nodding gently, bouncing slowly in your spot. “The man of the hour.” You verify, speaking in hushed whispers for fear of waking the poor little ones up. The nursery is full, fuller than he’s ever seen it. Little, wriggling and cooing babies in bassinets, swaddled in white and yellow. “His bilirubin came back lower this go around,” You murmur, dragging a gloved fingertip over the baby's cheek delicately. “Tough little thing. He threw a real fit earlier.” Carter watches with wide eyes, entranced by how gentle you are with the baby. It’s almost comical how easy it is for you to flip the switch from ‘hard-ass’ to ‘tender’. He only ever sees you be this soft with the babies. Well, and him, which he tries not to read too far into. “He’s cute.” He replies lamely, watching intently as you shift the baby in your arms. Too enraptured by the look in your eyes when the baby’s fingers grip the front of your gown to come up with a more eloquent response. You look up at him then, contemplative, and then decisive. “You wanna hold him?” You offer a smile lifting one corner of your lips. It makes his stomach knot up with affection. “Yeah, yeah sure. Absolutely. Please?” He mumbles, a smile splitting his lips, already reaching out to take the baby with all the eagerness of an overexcited puppy. “Careful.” You murmur on autopilot when you deposit the baby boy in his arms, rolling your eyes at the look Carter gives you. “I got this.” He assures anyway, cradling the babe in the crook of his arm, turning that blinding smile down at the tiny thing. “Hello.” He greets in an exceedingly soft tone. It makes those damn butterflies surge in your belly, biting hard at the inside of your cheek to keep from grinning like a fool. Quiet settles for a few moments, just the steady beeping of monitors and the occasional gurgle or coo from an infant in the room. “I always wanted kids, y’know?” Carter states suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper. There’s a wistful quality to his tone that sends a pang through your heart, like he’s already given up on the idea of ever having them. “You’d be a good dad.” You reply quietly, more sincere than you’d planned on it coming out. His eyes flick to you, eyebrows raised, looking pleased with your vote of confidence. “Yeah?” He whispers. “You think so?” You laugh softly, nod once. “Yeah, John. I’ve met enough bad dads to know you would be in the good category.” He beams at that, his shoulders straightening up some. It’s as if the praise has breathed new life into him, blown away all the verbal abuse that’s no doubt been spewed at him all night. His pretty eyes shift back to the baby, who’s gurgling soft coos up at him, tiny fingers clenching and unclenching around Carter’s index finger. “I might have one.” He states, voice barely a whisper now, as if he fears that if he speaks too loudly, it might break the peace. “Someday. Haven’t had much luck finding someone who wanted to uh, commit to something that serious yet.” He chuckles softly, trying to brush the comment off as funny, you think. Something to poke fun at him for. The thought of doing so makes you feel a bit ill. “You will.” You whisper back, your fingers brushing over the top of the baby’s head with a light touch, smoothing back downy soft tufts of hair. There’s a certain domesticity to the moment. Something he can imagine doing with you, with a baby that looks a little bit more like the two of you combined. His heart feels full, his mind blissfully calm for the first time in weeks, and he’s hit suddenly that- I think I already have.

[raapija]

THE STROLLONSO OF IT ALL ??? FROM THE OFFICIAL ASTON MARTIN TIKTOK ACCOUNT ???

[thatsbelievable]

[gaspexclamationpoint]

Marble hornets x Slendermansion AU but instead of Hoodie and Masky being proxies they also live in a small cabin in the same woods and are constantly trying to sabotage the creeps plans. Hoodie learns Jeff is supposed to kill some random family and follows him there to purposely set the home security system off and Masky jumps out of the closet and tackles Jeff. They all run away to their own homes afterwards when the cops are called. The Operator/Slenderman could put a stop to it if he so pleased, but finds the shenanigans amusing.

[blondebrainpowered]

The Clock Store - Silly Symphony, 1937

[mybodyfails]