#the level of spiraling

[lana-del-rhaena]

if viserys knew about the three heads of the dragon he would go insaneeee what do you mean you kidnapped a girl and started a war because i’m not good enough to fulfill your prophecy. i could have been your visenya.

[ofswordsandpens]

its funny because Percy has been spiraling ever since pjo and whenever he has a particularly bad episode you have other characters actively worried about it and you think to yourself surely they're going to intervene, surely someone is going to talk to him about it, and then like no one ever does lol

[pokeberry5]

something like tim convinces himself that robin has to be a Boy™ and then steph becomes robin and shatters that conviction and all his repressed gender feelings come spilling out, but actually letting go of that conviction isn’t all that easy

if there's no homoerotic tension between you and the manifestation of your alter-ego that you’ve constructed in your mind, do you really have identity issues?

closeups + refs (leyendecker) + bonus:

[jessmalia]

“Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone. I love you and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress. It's a love story, baby, just say 'Yes’.”  The music starts playing like the end of a sad movie. It's the kind of ending you don't really wanna see. ‘Cause it’s tragedy and it'll only bring you down.

[miiversian]

[almond-tofu-chan]

ivantill go one official art without choking each other challenge (impossible)

[kusanagihaku]

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meant to do this a long while ago but didn’t have the time aaaaaAAAH but thank u for being here for my yapping & doodles & fics & general brainrot!!! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

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[stagefoureddiediaz]

The way this still is giving me S1 Devon on the rollercoaster vibes - and if that is what we are getting then I am very intrigued and excited - because Buck struggled to deal with that loss - his first on the job - which parallels a bit with losing Eddie now and Buck struggling with that. But what I’m most excited by about if this is a parallel to that - is that Buck went to therapy - and ended up having sex with her (she took advantage of him but that’s not the thing here) - ill advised sex - sex that did not actually help him at all in dealing with his feelings.

But you know what did - talking to Abby on the phone - and you know who he can only talk to by phone (or video call) right now?!!

[umbrellajam]

y'know what let's do it. have Jack Drake accused of murdering Janet for a different flavor of drama and whump

he was in a coma and then wheelchair-bound for weeks/months after the incident you say? he was FAKING, it was all arranged, a ploy to appear helpless and sympathetic, how else could he have woken up and recovered so smoothly from the same poison that killed his wife

new evidence is produced of a suspicious payment trail from before the hijacking, leading from Jack's DI funds to accounts that appear connected to the Haitian cult/cartel responsible for the Drakes' kidnapping and Janet's tragic demise

the widow of the Drakes' personal secretary, Jeremy Whatzizlastname, and other employees all come forward and wag their tongues about the alarming frequency and escalation of the fights between the deceased and her aggressive, belligerent husband in the lead-up to that final fateful trip - how they were openly arguing about divorce

mysteriously, this relentless mud-slinging media blitz only begins after Drake Industries starts to go downhill and CEO Phil Marin comes under investigation for embezzlement/insider trading...

since it's post-NML the scandal blows up even further. the press hounds young Tim Drake, the iconic NML Kid known to all as the face of re-opening Gotham after the quake. muckrakers gleefully tear apart the recent image of a desperate, loving father who was broadcast on national television putting all his resources and influence toward bringing his lost son home

...actually. doesn't Drake Industries going broke happen right in the middle of Bruce Wayne: Murderer? (checks notes) aha, Robin #100 so lmfao yes, it does.

GOOD EXCELLENT PERFECT, Tim's father figures can both be accused of murder simultaneously 😈 and then the Bats have to divide their efforts and resources between exonerating Robin's dad and attempting to clear the civilian name of an infuriatingly uncooperative Batman…

[circles-n-spirals-alike]

we don’t talk about the fact that of Mind’s three main songs, two of them are a country song and swing

NO ONE ELSE HAS SOMETHING LIKE THAT. ITS LITERALLY JUST HIM.

like it’s funny how out of the thirds (&whole), he get the silly genres

AND HE PLAYS THEM COMPLETELY STRAIGHT FOR THE MOST PART

what i’m saying is that Mind has a very specific comedic potential that we as a community have not taken advantage of (as far as i’ve seen)

[officialgleamstar]

Every character can be polyamorous if you want them to be. Btw. No one can stop you. Even if you don’t want them to be, really, no one can stop me either

[rowrowronnie]

anyone remember that pyro is a robot headcanon? yeah um erm i also remembered that and also sorta maybe mightve gotten carried away a little bit.. tee hee..

[thhouseofblack]

I like how I started off with "oh I don't care for agamemnon much" "I don't ship agaody" and now here I am working on my second agaody fic

[monostardust]

Me whenever I'm asked why I really took Psychology

Ahem it's definitely not because Hannibal changed my brain chemistry ehem definitely not. I've always wanted to dissect the human mind of course it didn't actually topple over coz of Hannibal.

[charleemoon]

i think a lot about obsessive insecure hannibal constantly worrying about being good enough for will.

after the fall, still healing from their injuries, they're intimate for the first time. it was bound to happen, hannibal felt the tension building, knew it was a matter of time until they were both well enough. it had been so long, years of oscillation, revolving around each other, violently close but never enough to touch. he wanted it, and he wanted to make it good for will. will had never asked, never pushed, never touched him more than he wanted. still, the pressure to perform was enormous.

in their sweet touches, their heated breaths, all hannibal can think about is what if this is it. what if im not enough. what if this is the moment he realizes im not what he wants. that everything, this swirling intensity, their mutual destruction, their rebirth. what if the hunt was what excited him? and hannibal is prey that wasn't worth the chase. he must've touched molly like this, countless other women. maybe even other men. hannibal knew how to satisfy a lover, he felt no shame in that. but will wouldn't want that. he wouldn't want doctor lecter, in all his practiced perfection, his measured pleasure, his feeble satisfaction. he would know. he wants hannibal, in all his scars in weakness, here in this cabin at the end of the world, nothing but the two of them. no one left to entertain. he's not sure if he can.

the last person he was honest with, he was forced to swallow her whole, and any person beneath him who dared disturb his isolated world followed suit. everyone except will. undone by his weakness, forced to his knees in his acceptance, he is terrified of what might happen to his soft heart if we were to lay it in wills hands. terrified that rather than kiss it tenderly or crush it in his palms, will may not want it at all. disgusted by the gesture, bored by his desperation, he would set it down and leave it to the bitter cold. will was not a stranger to changing his mind, after all. it wouldn't be the first time.

hannibal wouldn't say this, he won't. he'll find ways to suck it between his teeth, make these first few times nothing but beautiful and good. he'll wait until he can control it, a whispered confession, with dry eyes. the overwhelming tenderness of their bodies, burning each other in the heat, the whispered praises under his breath. hannibal can't focus on it, his cock barely half hard from anxiety. he won't, he won't, he won't. he knows will's hands are stilling, knows he's gently asking if he's okay. he can't fuck this up, can't destroy this like hes done to them over and over and over. hannibal is ruining, soiling what they could be with his disgusted vulnerability, the pathetic juttering of his weak heart.

hannibal, with his endless cruelty, the ways he's picked and prodded and pulled at will. the way he's broken him, ripped everything from him and watched him twitch and convulse with nothing left. after all the wrong he has done, it can't be in this moment, that the childish desperation, that his weak, pulsating parts are when will has had enough. hannibal's humanity can't be thing that will rejects.

it bursts open, and he sobs, weak in a way will hadn't see him since will had been under him, bleeding out from his stomach, hannibal soaked in the rain. rather than being changed by will, maybe he was just broken. broken by his desire, his hunger so strong he ate himself from the inside out. he crashed against the current of the ocean, and shattered into the sea. would will still want him if it meant having to put him back together?

and will stops, hands hovering over hannibal as he winces in anticipation, certain that will must not want to touch him for what he is now. for the weakness that has rested in his heart, unseen and now grossly on display. hannibal screws his eyes tight, feels the hot tears dampening his cheeks, the shuddering in his shoulders. it feels like the absolute worst moment to be seen like this, regret twisting his stomach and burning holes into the image of their intimacy.

will's touches return, gentle and caring. consoling, kind. hannibal meets his eyes and they are watery with love. tears beading in his eyelashes, honored at the privilege to see hannibal in moments no one else has. not in a very, very long time. forever bestowed the role of his undoing. god, in awe of his creation as it lives under his guiding hand.

they lay with each other that night. quiet and soft, will's warm, coarse palm rubbing circles into his back, kissing away warm tears when they come. they don't say anything. will doesn't ask, doesn't push, doesn't touch him in any way he shys away from. will wants him all the same. wants nothing more than hannibal, hannibal, hannibal. in every form he comes in, in every outline he takes, in his strength, bloodied and wild, in his weakness, wilting and meek. so long as it's them, together, in every shape, fitting together, skin against skin, made whole.

[positiveupwardspiral]