#I can't even explain

[macabresque]

remus lupin from starkid's 'a very potter sequel' holds an extremely special place in my heart

[anonymouse5]

treacherous - olicity - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 176

Felicity is aware that this is a terrible idea. She shouldn’t be giving into the tension between them. She shouldn’t be free-falling, because it’ll hurt so much when she finally hits the ground. Maybe she’ll go right to rock bottom. Part of her hates that Oliver would even give it a chance, because she knows it won’t last. But she’s here, next to him, hoping he’ll stay. Hoping he won’t sneak smoothly out the window like she knows he can.

“Stay,” she breathes out. Almost involuntarily.

She hopes he didn’t hear.

She feels his arms wrap around her. The way her treacherous heart flutters makes her hate him. Not that she could ever really hate him.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers.

“Promise me?” she whispers back.

She means more than just today. She knows he knows that.

He parts their bodies just enough to cup her face. So he can look her in the eyes when he makes his promise.

“I won’t walk away this time,” he vows quietly.

Felicity seals it with a kiss.

[lorethebookworm]

Cross stitching? Yeah that sounds oka- *gets consumed*

[pardonmydelays]

the way tyler is changing chords is so satisfying to watch actually

[chamaleonsoul]

not my brain calling me single by making me dream of Ashton Irwin 😭😭😭😭🤡🤡🥲✌🏻

[ani-coolgirl]

I gave myself the Writing Anxiety, folks. Pray for me.

[dasisugarun]

i feel like todays episode added 10 years to my life

[insomniacirl]

Just finished Cowboy Bebop and I am not okay???

[marvelshifter111]

Oh yeah, they can move very fast when they want to (or when they're "pumped up"), just they don't have to so they don't do it often

Also, running turtle

[thebluebygracieabrams]

ive never felt as understood as the lyrics "probably wrong of me to think of them as your gifts to me, more like victims of my sentimentality"

[hansoeii]

we go just right.

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes // Thunderbolts* 2025

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HOMESICK, pt. 9

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[girbirty]

house and wilson smoking weed together but wilson has a panic attack for no reason and house is The Same As Usual

[didoleonina]