#FOR ALL OF THEM

[leenfiend]

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[saym0-0]

au where scars winner lore applies to all of them. they're all left wandering around their empty worlds waiting for the next season to start for a brief respite from the loneliness

[featherwhiskered]

the apprentices and those guys they may or may not like

[lylawrites]

fun damian wayne fact: jason calls him ‘junior’ and ‘kid’ a lot. jason has also called him ‘shorty’ and ‘little man’

THATS SO CUTE WAAIIIT. Ty anon for this beautiful fun fact I shall use it for future references💕🙌🫡

I love the bat siblings. You can’t even try and pry them from my cold dead HANDS.

[anotherdescentintomadness]

Happy 16th Anniversary SHINee!

[paulinamakes]

Thank you Thailand (and Japan) for feeding me

[valiantsilver]

what if alphonse doesn’t really even remember trisha because he was so young when she died. like he knows he loved her. obviously. she was him mum. but like when it comes down to it he just can’t really remember her, what she sounded like, smelt like, how she felt. what if he was just so painfully aware, even as a child, before the transmutation, that what he was chasing was the concept of a mother - a vague memory of safety, of warmth, of love, but not a person.

and yeah, they have photographs. but looking at a photo isn’t the same as looking at a real face, and maybe alphonse doesn’t remember what she looks like without them. maybe when he thinks of his mother, he can’t help but picture the thing that they transmuted that night instead.

[koroart]

In case it's not clear on here -- let it be known that I support Palestine, now and always -- from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free 🇵🇸

Here is a link to a Twitter/X thread that can help you keep informed of the situation and where you can lend your aid -- we must do our part

[theneonghosts]

Three Child Deadpools. Why???

This is the 'most official' one, being Wades long standing daughter, who has been long predicted for this role and currentky also goes by Deadpool.

This is Kidpool, who just exsits for some reason??? Her name may or may not be Gwen, which makes it even more confusing. She is from another dimension and has appeared in Kidpool & Spider-Boy (2024). Probably exsits for mcu synergy.

And this radom fucker, shows up out of the blue for a couple of pages of the new Champions issue for some reason, with no backstory, nada else.

[ravengales-glade]

Will you guys laugh at me if I said I was genuinely surprised (and upset) that the home stable customization is another cash grab

[baronessblixen]

I dont really know anything about them but still it makes me happy when someone like macaulay culkin who struggled with drug addictions for decades is finally enjoying life and happy with a family and a supportive partner

Same. It's good to see that some child actors come out of that ordeal and manage to build a good life for themselves.

[idkimoutofideas]

I love that the Tenth Doctors last acts are to save Mickey and Martha, save Sarah Jane’s son, see Donna’s wedding, and… to get Jack laid

[obsolete-stars-if]

I know I tagged u like 3 times today but by god. How can I not??? Anyway, villain juice FF

All characters belong to @drinkyourvillainjuice

Alistair x masc reader (as always. We stay delulu.)

Cannibalism can be yaoi too

Your breath hitches, you're hungry. So hungry. Like a hole inside of your stomach. And nothing can fill it. Is that what it felt too? An uncontainable hunger so deep, it tears at your heart, makes your fingers shake. As you reach for his throat.

You have to give in. It was consuming from the day you first saw it, it's thoughts have become yours, it's hunger is yours. And nothing you have been fed has ever filled you. But when you see his muscles move beneath his skin, you realize what will.

Flesh. You've been craving it. You've been needing it. You must survive, you must continue, you must eat. You salivate, you want to eat. You want to sink your teeth into the throat, you want to lick the bones clean, feel the blood like wine against your skin. It's been wanting, and you know that you need this. You cannot escape.

You don't want to escape. The struggle becomes exciting. But you're not patient enough. When your eyes meet it's Prii. You understand now. It was its nature, it had to eat, and Prii was a feast. You want them too. You want to feel their guts against your tongue, swallowing the blood. They were a gift, served on a platter for you. And it's time to dig in.

"Benedikt-!" The voice isn't Prii. No, Prii was dead already. You try regaining your senses, it doesn't smell like the lab. It smells like home. And when your eyes meet, it's not Priis dead eyes staring back, but terrified ones.

You have to withdraw, gain control back.

Your hand burns, as though Alistairs skin has scarred you. Stumbling back, you're so hungry. And you don't know how long you can keep this control. You've had control for so long, mastered yourself, you took control over your life, who you are, and now you're losing it.

"Al...", your voice barely over a whisper, "I'm going to die." You don't sound panicked. You aren't terrified. The prospect of killing Alistair to survive is worse than starving, losing control to survive, you must keep control. You can't keep this up if you don't eat. Your eyes drift to your arms, muscles trembling with need, with hunger unknown to any humans.

"Ben, you're going to be fine, we can figure this out," Alistairs voice feels distant, you feel the blood flowing through your veins. You don't need much. Just enough. Just to get to your stash. A boost. Nothing more. You can patch yourself back up. You can't bring the dead back.

You've always been rather self-sustaining. It doesn't hurt as much as you think it would, the blood doesn't taste as good as the hunger promised, and the emptiness inside doesn't subside. What does hurt is Al ripping your arm away from your fangs.

You breathe as though you are drowning, "Hunger," you admit weakly. "Al, I'm so hungry- I- I need-" No, you cut yourself off by biting your lips shut. You can't say it. You point to the secret spot of your stash. "Please," you beg. You can't tear your eyes from your bleeding arm. Thick, fresh blood pooling out. Warm. Human.

It keeps you in trance until you recognize the box, and then you rip into it. You needed this. You pour it down your throat, barely swallowing as you grab the second one. The only thing stopping you is the terrible cough, the taste of it, stinging your entire body like needles entering all your insides. Your breathing slows down. The hunger drags but quiets down. You keep the second vial closed. For another day.

You're sweaty. Blood stains your skin and the carpet. Alistair watches. "I'm not- I'm not a monster," you defend yourself. He nods, "you're not a monster."

You bite your lip, "I'm not an addict." Al remains quiet. "Fuck you," you respond, tears in your eyes. "Stop trying to save me."

[starfinss]

So. COD men have me feral.

Do with that as you will.