#[[sLAMS MY FISTS DOWN.]]

[vintagerobin]

So frustrated with the way Dick gets portrayed as this ideal victim and how often people take things out of context to support that. Especially wrt Bruce. Like... for instance, the notorious Court of Owls scene. Obviously striking someone isn't an appropriate or acceptable reaction. But fuck, neither is cornering someone who's just experienced a near death from several days of physical and psychological torture and yelling at him. At least Bruce striking him is addressed at all, Dick's yelling never is.

And that exact scenario isn't even a one off thing! Dick has chosen to aggressively confront Bruce when he's already physically and/or mentally very vulnerable many times. Not always even for things Bruce has done, often it's because he's feeling vulnerable himself or because he's misread or assumed something. It's a pattern that gets repeated a lot, and more often than not Bruce doesn't retaliate.

Sometimes it's like... even if people can conceive of Dick being mean they can't seem to imagine him being mean to Bruce, even if it's right in front of them. Sometimes he's very mean! Often to the people he cares about the very most.

[gracebethartacc]

THERES ONE (1) SINGULAR WISH PENCIL TEST AND NO ONE BOTHERED TO SHOW ME?????

[spaciebabie]

Opening your eyes, you found yourself staring up at the ceiling as you let out a yawn. Slowly, you turned.

Pulling a hand out from underneath the covers, reaching over to press your phone’s screen, which revealed the time. 7:49AM.

You remembered the previous night—you were certain that you hadn’t drifted off until twelve. Springtrap had kept you awake for some time... not that you minded.

Speaking of the rabbit... you shifted around in the bed, turning to the left. “Mor-“ You halted.

To your surprise, there was no Springtrap laying beside you, which was... odd. He’d always stayed with you there—until you got up and ready for the day.

He always seemed so comfortable by your side—and the rabbit, typically, would enjoy listening to your heartbeat. You were sure he did that whenever.

Rubbing at your eyes, you threw the cover off of your body, and started to climb out of bed—but a sudden, familiar noise made you freeze.

You knew the rabbit’s footsteps very well—and you could certainly hear them very well, too—on account of how loud they were. That wasn’t a surprise.

Back at the attraction, he tended to wander a lot, whether with or without you. It was always easy to find Springtrap.

Your bedroom door swung open, and it revealed Springtrap standing in the doorway, grinning. He had a large plate in one of his fuzzy hands.

“Morning, Love.”

As Springtrap moved closer, and you got back into a comfortable position on the bed, you came to realize just what was on the plate: one of your favorite foods.

He knew how to cook?

A few more seconds, and Springtrap had finally reached your side of the bed. Still holding the plate in one hand, he crouched down.

His free hand was then placed under your chin, as he pressed a kiss against you, before setting the plate full of food down in front of you.

“Enjoy, Love.”

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YOU WROTE ANOTHER ONE????????????????? AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHGRUILAGHKJSGHLJKLDG

[raycatz]

Green laying on the ground with the colors around him after having just successfully pulled off a "Vio knocks you out with the butt of his sword to convince the bad guys he's actually evil fr pt. 2"

Green: I've had enough of being pummeled in the gut. No more!

Red: Pommeled?

Green laugh coughs and then groans

Green: nooo it hurts to laugh

They all laugh at him. Red is incredibly incredibly pleased with himself.

[abbey-abdominal]

would u still love me if I was a worm would u still love me if I had nothing to offer u if I couldn’t talk to u or cry to u or touch u would u still love me if i essentially was not the same as I started out w/ u would u still love me even if u hated bugs and I was a jester girl and u were a ragdoll girl and we’ll never be the same after letting ourselves be vulnerable with each other and exposing our innards would u still

[kylos-starlight]

He is too fucking cute! He is too fucking cheeky! He is messing up my insides, giving me butterflies! ;//A//; ILLEGAL! [bangs squeaky gavel] You're going to jail! >: c ..............fuckIReallyLikeHim

[cella-phone]

The Muppets Mayhem Episode 6 Spoilers!!

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If you are two solitary bandmates who have been on the road for more than a few years, who do everything together, swearing your constant reunions were destiny and you were meant to be together, you are no longer bandmates, you are just gay.

[cursedfortune]

Women's Day. Women's Day. Women's Day--

Honestly, I think she'd just spend the day alone in the garden or. Sleeping. Face down, fucking OUT.

[capturecharlesau]

*PHEW* I FINALLY FINISHED TOPPAT WEEK :) …..

…..*Immediately begins drawing my next pages for my comic* :)

[killuaisaprincess]

putty

Killua pouts.

“Y-You can’t say no! ‘C-Cause it’s my birthday!”

Killua’s saying that, but there are tears in his eyes like he’s expecting Gon to say no.

Gon smiles softly.

“Okay.”

[leatherlaceddiedbadly]

Highschool boys do not give a shit about your personal space its kind of crazy

[keyofjetwolf]

I'm only a third in, so not far enough yet to know where my current book (The Immortalists) will fall for me re: recommendations, but I WILL say it made me cry like a little bitch last night.

[spaciebabie]

When you’d entered your bedroom, you saw Springtrap sitting on the edge of the bed—although, that wasn’t very surprising.

What was surprising, however, or—rather confusing, was the fact that he was just... sitting there, motionless. He didn’t acknowledge you.

“Springtrap?” Nothing. You frowned.

You shut the door halfway, before making your way over to the bed, and sitting to the left of him. “Spring?” Nothing.

Frowning further, you nudged his shoulder twice—and that got a reaction from him. He seemed to jolt, ears going straight up.

For only a second, he turned to stare at you, and then at your bedrooms floor.

“...I feel like I’m still locked in that room.” He suddenly said. You stared at him in confusion and concern.

“What... do you mean?”

“Perhaps I’m still trapped within that wretched room, rotting.” He spoke again. “Love... are you real?”

You stared.

“Are you real, Love?” Springtrap stared at you—he seemed anxious. “I have touched you, and you feel real enough. I have held you. I have given you love.”

“You are wonderful, and don’t feel like you could be what my imagination conjures... but what if you are? What if you are not real, Love?”

Inching closer, you wrapped your arms around the old rabbit, your face resting against his chest again. He was rather still.

“I am...” You said, softly. “I’m real. I’m not going anywhere, promise.”

“I can hope...” The rabbit whispered, pressing his nose against your cheek.

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vomits everywh

[suckinitup]

gets up on my little stage with my secret little four followers blog and turns off reblogs. i think that a lot of current mcyt/mcyt fandom rn would be defending anne rice literally suing fanfic writers who shipped her characters. creators do not have a say in fan works or fan spaces for a REASON. they dont get to say what we make just like we dont get to say what they make. if we dont like their work we can avoid it just like if they dont like ours they can avoid it- UNLESS. someone else. decides to shove it in their face. can you fucking imagine. youve got this one story trope that you absolutely hate or that makes you really uncomfortable and this one jackass keeps showing it off to you. and that is somehow the norm for some of these fandoms??? i have seen elder fans cringe away in HORROR at the concept of how involved mcyt creators are in their fanbases. i grew up writing fics plastered with "I DONT OWN THIS" disclaimers on a website that, straight up, Did Not Allow You to post about certain works by certain authors. if an author didn't want you to create any fanwork, you Were Not Allowed. Doesn't that sound familiar. stories are built on top of other stories on top of other stories on top of other stories. it doesn't matter if someone creates something that grosses you out- all those authors who were disgusted by the queer shipping of their characters were ABSOLUTELY grossed out. the point isn't protecting the creators from others' creations the point is to take inspiration from something you love and to MAKE !!

[cherrylight]

me because i lost the idea for the prompt. i should attack myself with hammers

[olenvasynyt]

Oooh snippet of Burning Skin?

( Other WIPs you can ask about )

Ooooh omg of course you ask about this one!

Two snippets from Burning Skin, a chapter from my Lucien backstory fic A Court of Embers and Sunlight. Eris gets drunk during his birthday party and has a visitor he didn't prepare for:

“I noticed that none of my gifts had your name on them, Lucien.  I will have to find the servant who misplaced it so I can punish them.”

“I did not get you a gift.”

Cold, cutting words.  Lucien did not bother side-stepping and skirting around as he usually did.  Eris smirked.  “And why not?” he crooned.

“I have many brothers, Eris.  It’s hard to remember the birthdays for all of them.”

He laughed.  “Summer is the season for your brothers’ birthdays, so it should be a little easier.” His lips felt heavy with wine as he added, “Except you, of course.  Our mother’s winter child.”

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Ensel’s eyes dug into places Eris didn’t even know existed, looking him up and down with such unflinching intensity.  Before, many years ago, he ached for that stare.  The unfiltered conversations, the genuine questions, the underlying feeling that he understood every inch of his soul and still wanted to dig deeper.  It was something Eris didn’t know he needed before; that look of “I know you.  I know your thoughts, your dreams, your goals.  I know who you truly are and I will not look away.”

He never did look away, despite being the son of a slave he was raised as.  

But now, his friend’s unblinking eyes were filled to the brim with accusation.  

Curse the fucking Mother—all of that wine seemed to have rooted Eris to the spot.  The corners of Ensel’s lips raised as he continued to study him.  “Is my visit too much of a reminder for you?” He tilted his head, his auburn locks brushed his collarbone.  “Do cripples make you reminisce about the brutality of war?” Before Eris could find an answer, Ensel continued,  “Or maybe my presence stirs up something else.  Guilt.  Compassion, maybe.  Longing.” He stretched the word out, lingering on the “L” like it was a secret between his teeth.  “Feelings of which I know are rare for you.”