#while having a meltdown

[lunar-wandering]

remembering that im gonna have to get my wisdom teeth taken out sometime next year and experiencing all 5 stages of panic

[caduschka]

Came an hour too early to my appointment because I put the wrong time in my calendar

[emacrow]

Justice league judged through the eyes of a child.

Justice league, Dark Justice stood in a very, very large courtroom in the infinite realm.

The Young Justice and Teen Titans were in the front row seat with the Ghostly audience and as witnesses.

The court was in session for the Justice League and Dark Justice crime of Neglection and abuse of a Revenant close to collapsing due to a serious infestation of heavy tainted ectoplasm also known as Jason Todd also known as Red hood.

Jason, after he had gotten the proper care and cleansing blob ghosts weeks before to manifested shift in a proper halfa state sat on the other court side.

In ghost form, sat a 18 years old jason todd, in a reversed color palette robin suit that hasn't been seen since that very night.

The judge was a little boy with glowing white hair, neon green eyes with a DP hazmat suit, the court session being written by a modern looking pharaoh, the security were a lady who was similar to poison ivy except with black and purple hair and purple eyes with a giant glowing green dog.

The lawyer on Jason side was Jazz Fenton, and on the Justice League side was Dinah Lance.

And when someone were to ask why a Ghost king as a child was the judge afterward. There is nothing more honest than being judged through the eyes of a child.

[jesuistrestriste]

cw (18+): dacryphilia, oral, sad art

art donaldson dropping to his knees after a bad day and desperately pulling down your bottoms with trembling hands, not heeding your suggestion to “slow down”, his bottom lip already wobbling. he doesn’t say a single intelligible word as he works to undress you. no time, no energy.

he blinks hard a few times as he pulls down your underwear next and stares up into your arousal. warm, sweet, perfect. the fifth blink sends fat tears spilling down his flushed cheeks. he sobs just once—a broken, wet sound in the tightness of his chest—and then surges forward to begin swirling his tongue. he laves the wetness of his mouth all over you; his hands clutching the backs of your thighs to keep you from squirming away. he cries into your heat. whines against your sensitivity. more salt trickling down his skin from damp lashes. you can hear him gulping and swallowing around your flesh, his jaw flexing as he suckles.

his blunt fingernails dig into your legs as he works you up to your burning end, and he tries his hardest not to wail when you fist his hair in your hands. he usually loves it when you pull his hair, the sting only adding to his enjoyment, but right now he��s too fragile—too emotionally frayed—and so the pain is no longer pleasurable. he just wants you to hold him. he wants you to run your fingers through the strands and tell him how good he is for you, how he’s the best tennis player you know, how you love him. that’s what he needs, but he supposes that it’s his fault for not telling you anything about his horrible day before he was on the floor and doing anything to get his touch on you. he flutters his tongue quicker, hollowing his cheeks right after.

come, he thinks, please, come.. let me drink you down and replace this ache in my body with your tenderness.

give it all to me.

i can take it.

i can make you feel good.

i can be a winner again.

[meerabanerjee]

Smoker Julian what a concept

[happypeachsludgeflower]

A continuation of my previous post, but from Yue Qi’s perspective. Thank you @myceleium for inspiring me to make the severed qijiu soul bond ✨worse✨

Please be warned before reading further that this is angst with no comfort and suicide is a theme, though not acted upon. Also, assumed major character death, but it’s qijiu so that was kind of a given here.

Part 1, Part 2 (here), Part 3 (pending)

Yue Qi stares down vacantly with glassy eyes at the silvery lines cleaving their claim into his soul with merciless claws. They were spiraled and woven across his skin, painted like poisoned veins strangled around the broken, blackened carcass of what had once been his heart’s life—his reason to live.

Yue Qi wonders if this is what it feels like to die. Distantly, he thinks that dying would be easier, less painful than this cruel curse that’s been stabbed harshly through his soul, and shackled to his existence.

He wants to cry. He wants to scream. But all he can manage is a shaking, wheezing whine through the torn, raw remains of his throat. He’s screamed so much already, there isn’t much left to do the screaming. Something wet trickles down his face. It could be tears, or it could be blood—there’s no telling—and Yue Qi can’t bring himself to care either way. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters now.

It’s gone.

He’s gone.

And all that’s left is… ash.

Yue Qi stares at the soot smoldering at his feet. It’s grey and black, flickering and glowing faintly red where fire still burns. The same colors of the manacle strangling his wrist, the noose shackled around his soul, suffocating him in its burning finality.

Not even death can save him now.

His shizun should have let him die. It would have been kinder—much kinder than this. At least in death, his soul would have remained whole. In death, he could have found his way back. Maybe not to here, maybe not to this life, but someday. Maybe he could have found him again. But now?

Yue Qi sinks to the ground slowly and scoops up a handful of the ash. It’s still hot. The coals burn at the tender skin of Yue Qi’s hands, proof that Yue Qi had been just barely too late. But barely was still too late. Too late was still too late. And nothing would ever change that. Nothing could change any of this now.

He cradles what’s left of Shen Jiu’s heat carefully in his palms and gazes down at it numbly. His vision is hot and blurry as he lets out a shaky breath and stares at the shifting remains.

Shen Jiu is gone.

Yue Qi’s breath catches and he crumples in on himself. A sobbing rasp breaks out of him as he shudders, curling around the burning embers against his chest, shoulders shaking as an ugly, clawing emotion twists within him, screeching to get out, to escape, to leave.

He’s gone. He’s gone. He’s gone.

There’s no leaving now. No changing. No second chances. No beginnings. Just this. Just this end.

Yue Qi rocks where he lays on the ground, twisting into himself as tears track down his soot stained face. If only he could go back. If only he’d listened. If only he’d left that damn sword— but he didn’t. And now there’s no changing it. There’s no going back. He can never go back. There’s no leaving. No escaping. No finding Shen Jiu again.

Not in this life.

And not in the next.

Shen Jiu���s gone.

And all that’s left is his memory and the burning dust clutched like a life line within Yue Qi’s grasp.

Shen Jiu is gone.

And a part of Yue Qi has gone with him.

Yue Qi wishes he had gone with him. Another sob wracks his body and he hacks out a coughing gasp, choking on the smoke and despair clouding his senses.

He can’t. He can’t follow. He can’t go with. He can’t.

Shen Jiu only lives on in the searing memory left in Yue Qi, left in the charred remains clasped against his chest, in the anguished, torn ruins of a bond they once shared. If Yue Qi leaves too, he’ll never find him again.

The moment Meng Po’s soup hits his tongue, Shen Jiu will truly be gone. And there will be no next life.

Yue Qi shakes, a wretched, wet wheeze leaving him. He can’t leave. He won’t. If this is all that’s left of Xiao Jiu, then it’s everything Yue Qi will cleave to.

All that’s left of Xiao Jiu is to live.

To live and remember.

[proshippers-against-censorship]

There's an event I attend on occasion that's mostly a party event, but also happens to be a furry/pup event that features a lot of sex, including in all rooms of the venue.

I feel like if antis know that that event existed, they'd probably like. Have a meltdown.

"B-b-but everyone is wearing animal masks that means they're into zoophiliaaaaaa and it's illegal and it shouldn't existtttttttttttt"

Idk.

Random thought.

Bless my gang of freaks.

[gomi--neko]

This is not a Yakuza 3 hater safe space btw

[felsicveins]

Going grey

[tydell]

everyone needs to get more in love with thomas harley NOW‼️

[wyfy-meltdown]

It's mentioned that in every timeline Sayaka contracts and becomes a magical girl, she becomes Oktavia.

I think this says a lot about Sayaka's mental state. Even if Hitomi doesn't confess to Kyousuke, even if Sayaka and Kyousuke were to date, Sayaka would still become Oktavia.

Maybe it's a case of regretting what she wished for, or falling out of love with Kyousuke, or that her relationship with Kyousuke didn't work out how she had wanted it to. Regardless, something always goes wrong when she makes her wish; and I find that very fascinating.

UPDATE: Sincerely unhappy with how this original post came out (too much focus on Kyousuke which reduces Sayaka's character in a way I don't like); please go to the reblog version.

[noxclara]

Jean when Riko died:

Neil when Riko died:

[josephinekhawaja]

Belated thanks to Vivzie for this reality smack. Especially as a RadioDust shipper (I have only been in the fandom since 2024, but it seems to me RD is the most hated ship at least when it comes to our Anthony🕷️🕸️). I hate it when a ship feels itself so on the cusp of canonicity that they feel entitled and smug to it👼🏼🐱.

[my-cursed-brain]

[falsepontchartrain]

What’s the beef with coldretard ?

She snaps on everyone. She is literally a borderline and delusional woman. People literally do nothing but post selfies on here, and she will reblog their selfies with the most unkind shit ever just because she can. She is literally also a raging and hardcore racist, so the thing that triggered her into snapping on me too? I made a post about Arlo cumming in me, and she SNAPPED because my white boyfriend was rawdogging his black whore girlfriend. Like THAT’S what triggered this whole thing. A post about me and Arlo having sex. Ever since, she has been accusing me of everything from cheating to abusing to grooming to all KINDS of shit because… I made a post about Arlo and I having sex LMFAO

[dykephan]

when they do come back from break can they ease us into it .... a tweet or an instagram pic for the roombas to snack on and then they can drop wdapteo when we're fully warmed up