#[this has been in my drafts for far too long]

[timesomewhere]

in honour of the West End's next to normal closing today I've finally proof-read my 'things I noticed/general thoughts' post that's been sitting in my drafts since I saw it earlier this month. it's very long I'm very sorry.

Act One:

it was really fun watching this show in September given that there's two references to it in the first song

I adore the monologue about the pills that Dr. Fine gives during 'Who's Crazy'. it's rhythmic and funny yet also unnerving. It's such a quick and impactful way to summarise what Diana has been through for the past 16 years

Gabe does a 'one of your French girls' pose on the kitchen counter under the cabinets during 'My Psychopharmacologist and I'

Jamie Parker made direct eye contact with me during the last part of 'Who's Crazy' and it was one of the most intense experiences of my life

I might just be dense but I don't get the point of the neon sign that says 'Fine' which drops down during the Dr. Fine scene. Initially I thought that then one would drop down saying 'Madden' during his scenes to help people differentiate between the doctors but then it didn't so it just feels like a weird extra prop

speaking of random props, shout out to the iPad on the table in the opening scene which Gabe pretty much instantly takes away after telling Diana that she shouldn't obsess over tragic news stories and is then never seen again as far as I remember

Dan in the flashback scene being such an optimist about Diana's pregnancy and the future they're gonna have together... soul-crushing

Caissie Levy's 'I Miss The Mountains.' Holy Shit.

I love how Diana and Gabe are the only characters who sing on/stand on the table. it's as though it's this extra dimension of the house that only they have access to and it's a really neat and subtle way to show that they relate to each other in ways other characters don't

'It's Gonna Be Good' is so underrated. Jamie Parker's somewhat genuine optimism becoming optimism-through-gritted-teeth is incredibly acted

The way Jamie delivers the first line of 'He's Not Here' is devastating. the heaviness of that moment as you feel the audience around you realising what's just happened is something I'll remember forever

Gabe body-blocking Dan from Diana during 'I Am the One' is such good staging. People talk about how Jack Wolfe plays Gabe with a lot of layers and a lot of simultaneous contradiction and this song is one of the best examples of that. how Jack manages to project a character who is goading his father and protecting his mother at the same time is beyond me

also Jack has maybe half-an-inch on Jamie which obviously isn't something the actors control but it does makes Gabe seem just that bit more threatening when he's getting in Dan's face

for the first part of Superboy and the Invisible Girl when it's just Natalie singing, Gabe is actively laughing. He's totally unperturbed by her efforts to make herself seen to her mother. it's only when Diana replies, particularly when she says "you're our little pride and joy, our perfect plan" that you see his face drop and you see him trying to figure out a way to stop her from getting Diana's attention which then results in him kicking her off the melody in her own song

"I'll hurt you" being directed at Dan and "I'll heal you" being directed at Diana as Gabe gently touches her face gets me so bad. but the most painful part of 'I'm Alive' for me is when Gabe looks at Dan as he says "I'm the perfect stranger who knows you too well." that's the first time you realise that perhaps Gabe doesn't just impact Diana, and there's something much larger at play

Caissie and Jack W's voices harmonising on 'Catch Me I'm Falling' was one of my favourite parts of the whole show. Their voices are so magical together and their mother/son chemistry is incredible

The 'I Dreamed A Dance' into 'There's a World' sequence is one of the most tragically beautiful things I've ever witnessed. I went into the show knowing what Gabe was trying to achieve during 'There's A World' and yet Jack's voice is so beautifully haunting you totally forget you're supposed to root against Gabe in that moment

Jamie Parker's 'I've Been' is some of the best acting through song out there. Interestingly my friend and I had very different interpretation's of what Gabe's horrified reaction to the blood meant. I viewed it as him being upset about what he convinced Diana to do - he doesn't like seeing her hurt. Whereas my friend saw it as him being angry at himself that she didn't manage to follow through, meaning that he has failed to regain control over her life

'I'm no sociopath, I'm no Sylvia Plath. I ain't no Frances Farmer kind of find for you' is one of the best musical theatre lyrics of all time. I genuinely don't know why I Miss The Mountains is the 'big song' known from N2N over 'Didn't I See This Movie?', it's just so good

Natalie's 'She trusts you!' line is heartbreaking, I was basically watching that entire scene through my fingers because of how high the emotion was

Act Two:

'Pfizer's woman of the year' will in fact be peak comedy every time. Eleanor's delivery is *chef's kiss*

Gabe having just one line in 'Wish I Were Here', and that line being 'Wish I were here.' Yeah. I feel very normal about that.

Natalie's line of "Can I hide my stupid hunger, fake some confidence and cheer?" being pretty much exactly what Gabe has done throughout the entirety of act 1

"And you're not a scary rockstar anymore" got one of the biggest laughs at both of the shows I went to

Dan's desperation during 'Better Than Before.' He is simultaneously trying to cajole Diana into remembering and get Natalie to be more positive. This one song really highlights how he's being pulled in a million different directions while trying to hold it all together and Jamie portrays that so well

Aftershocks. Wow. The way the last word of each line echoes throughout the theatre is great sound design. I've been in exam halls louder than the audience during that song. Holding a room that captive as a silhouette is quite the feat Jack Wolfe you will always be famous

"I don't know where the fucking pieces go" as Diana pushes things off the table as if there's a real jigsaw there that she's rage quitting and choosing to give up on is such a nice detail

"Have you talked of your depression, your delusions and your son?" The gasp in the theatre both times was sickening

the response of "good' in reply to "name?" when technically that was part of his name as they are the "Goodmans". I don't really have a point here I just think it's neat

The 'It's Gonna Be Good" reprise was one of my favourite Dan/Diana moments. Caissie and Jamie are really pushing each other to their emotional limits and they handle it so well

The first "Why stay?" is so fragile as Diana sits against the kitchen island. Also interesting given that Dan and Gabe will also sit against there later when they are at their lowest point in the story. The idea of the characters crawling to the 'centre/heart' of the home when they are at their weakest

"This is one old game that I can play so well" is the line that has stuck the most with me throughout the show. Jack's delivery of it while striding across the kitchen table - seemingly totally invincible - is crazy.

how Caissie manages to deliver "you shrugged and said that no one really knows" with humour and desperation at the same time is amazing

When Gabe and Diana stand on the table and if they let go of one another they'll fall. yeahhhhh.....

Gabe's realisation that Diana isn't going to give up on getting better. Totally collapsing in on himself and beginning to cry. How you manage to feel bad for him after all the destruction he's caused is wild

Diana's "maybe I'm tired of the game" relating back to Gabe's "this is one old game that I can play so well"

the lyrics in 'Hey #3' clearly reflecting things Diana has done, Henry cutting Natalie off at "bleeding in the bathtub"

"I am the one who'll heal you" being said to Dan not Diana this time

"Why didn't you go with her?" is the most devastating line in the whole musical I said what I said. Jamie's delivery of it is heart wrenching

the drums and bass kicking in for the loud part of I Am The One as Gabe becomes desperate to be seen once again

Jack and Jamie's acting in this moment is so intense. there's a moment where it's genuinely feels as though only one of them can make it out of the interaction alive

Jack's emphasis on the word 'loved' in the line "I am the one who loved you" nearly killed me on the spot. how somebody can deliver a line so desperately while remaining pitch perfect is unfair

Natalie coming in to kiss Dan's head at the start of 'Light' like Gabe kisses Diana's in the first scene. I'm such a sucker for a gut punching

the "And are they real?" line about Diana's parent's from Henry gets such a loud reaction from the audience. Some people laugh immediately, some people clearly get shocked out of their sobs. so good

In conclusion, this is my favourite musical of all time and I'm going to be so annoying waiting for the pro-shot to come out

[5ungchan]

oooo what about sungchan and longing!

YOU LOOK BETTER UNDER THE NIGHTS SHADE

THE SCORE: 16 SONGS | REQUESTS AVAILABLE | FEEDBACK?

WARNINGS: smut— not too graphic, exploring the themes of longing, vulnerability and the complexities of intimate relationships with a subtle poetic flair. engulfed with imagery and sensory details, with some metaphorical language. i tried to make it introspective, but regardless— sungchan and his mean vibes.

AUTHORS NOTE: i haven't written anything new in a hot minute. mostly just working on older drafts, so the purpose of opening requests were to get the gears in my brain turning once more. so thank you for requesting! i hope it's not too shabby for your tastes.

there is nothing more painful than yearning. for what once was ⏤ for what never was anything.

the feeling of bare skin: a tight slap, and a quick snap against the surface of your vulnerable body. the feeling of his hips against your sensitive pelvis. the heat and its vibrant, tender sensations are unstoppable. an insatiable force to be reckoned with.

the constant ripple of feeling so full, the pulsating build that continues to go onwards and onwards. causing an irresistible urge to control the climax that seems to build within your core. twisting and turning, your stomach is absolutely churning. thoughtfully, manicured toes flexing inwards as you magnetize yourself to his body; holding on for dear life.

it's your kaleidoscopic delusions and the visions of him. unreachable, untouchable ⏤ a mind so incredibly far from reality.

it has you skyrocketing towards a certain high, one that leaves you forever wanting more. a smidge of lustrous creativity; an abstract and lewd possibility. yet, a complete dream come true. he was attainable physically, hell; you're half-way there. but he's locked up away, the thoughts inside his mind are unattainable. not for you, not for anyone. crumbling back from the atmosphere, you've fallen back onto the surface. forced to remain eternally grounded.

jung sungchan is an enigma. he won't listen to you as you call out his name. he won't look into your eyes, observing your delicately sculpted face and watching the way the syllables roll off your tongue so sweetly. any other man would beg to hear it come from you, reaching their sweet release merely seconds from hearing you recite such a beautiful sonata of heavy breaths, and short words of affection. and yet, he doesn't flinch when he hears the way your voice cuts off: gasping for air, as a soft, delicate moan makes its way past your lips. the curvature of your breasts lifting upwards in unison with the lungs within your body that seem to be working overtime.

the birth of venus began the moment sungchan had enveloped you within his arms, yet crumbled just as quickly the moment he neglected you. dried lips that should've been kissed, bare from the lack of saliva that should've coated them. all of your beauty painfully neglected as he's buried inches deep within your throbbing cunt.

you could've sworn you forgot the way he looked when he felt so turned on.

the pleasure plastered on his face was incredibly hard to forget, yet, it made you wonder if his eyes still gleamed. was his gaze still glossy, half-lidded, with his eyelashes batting against the grain of his skin? did he still shut his eyes suddenly, groaning in absolute ecstasy the moment he began shuddering with such pleasure?

all you wished for, was to look into those gorgeous, warm eyes of his. gazing into what seemed like the stars encapsulated within his irises, observing the way he became so fragile, rather than stuck in limbo, drifting through a period of toxic masculinity. the emotions that once was, is nothing more than a distant memory. no matter how present his actions were; his emotions were forever stagnant.

his head is leaning over your shoulder. the sound of his forehead occasionally shifting against the fluffiness of your pillow. the wafting smell of his subtle sweat and rather, overpowering smell of cologne. the soft and smooth notes of vanilla and orris butter. he's luxurious in the way he presents himself, even more so seductive with how he moves, and yet, it makes you feel undeserving. his reluctance to even cradle you like the delicate flower you were ⏤ to call out your name. it all solidifies it.

to him, you're nothing.

nothing more than the girl who always happened to be there at the right place, and right time. sungchan doesn't make love to you, he fucks himself into you like he doesn't care. regardless, for as long as he's here, you'll fool yourself into believing he does. he's come this far, hasn't he? far enough to feel how good you are for him. to lay there like the pretty girl you are, allowing him to wallow his thickness into your plunging wetness.

love sick. a complete utter fool.

with each and every thrust, you continue to allow him to torment your body with such dominance. exchanging a slice of your sanity with every movement. it would be a lie to say, he wasn’t addicted to the way you’re body exists with such a visceral filling. a plush pink, frail and plump innocence, sprinkled with such naivety. a filling that just so happened to pair well with his bittersweet, saccharine cream that he adorned your body in.

he's had his fill, yet you're left begging for more. turning your head to press your lips against his neck. soft tongue, pressing against the supple flesh of his jugular as he pushes himself further against your body. subconsciously agreeing to your actions, he moulds your frame into the mattress as you lick at his neck before puckering down to suck on the fragile skin. blistering and bruising at it, your hands make way to his shoulders with your fingernails digging into his flesh. it feels as though you're about to fall once more, holding onto him as if you're life depended on it.

"s-sungchan, you're going to⏤" huffing, a moan escapes past your lips, the words falling out of your mouth in increments, "gonna be the death of me, aren't you?"

your words are met with silence. instead, the sound of the headboard creaking against the wall continues to persist. despite the subtle hesitation in his thrusts as he pauses in between, just so he can pull his hips back and push himself into you harder than before. crying out, your hands make their way towards his hair, gently tugging at the soft, slightly wet strands. effectively shutting you up, but only for a moment.

"'m close," you whimper, as he groans in response. a stutter in his movements as his muscles seem to tremble atop you. "hold onto me tightly!" you protest.

and yet, it's far too late to be saved. you're falling from the sky as sungchan seems to purposely let you go. the way his body stops moving, allowing himself to release himself within you. the spontaneous jolts of his body as he unloads before collapsing to the side. filling you up with so many meaningless sentiments. before promptly removing himself from within you.

he's trying to catch his breath, staring at the dimly lit ceiling before it all comes crashing down. you yearned for him to wrap you in his arms, to allow you to rest your head on his bare chest as you listened to the sound of his heartbeat. the previous nights that were filled with a soft word or two, making his time with you feel so much more heartfelt. yet, he can't help but feel as though you make him claustrophobic. the impending doom of what you'd say next, constantly nagging him to do more than what he already does.

sungchan has had enough. sitting upwards in bed, he turns to look down on you.

"i think we're done here," he bluntly states. "i mean, i don't think i can deal with your whining and nagging. it's as though, what i'm doing, just isn't good enough for you."

his words bring a pang to your chest. your lips part wordlessly as you try to recollect your thoughts and say something, but they're just left speechless, quivering silently. the furrowing of your eyebrows makes the confused expression on your face quite clear. you're trying your best to keep your composure despite feeling completely humiliated in the moment.

"is it so wrong..." you begin, as you pull the bedsheets upwards to cover whatever dignity you had left. "to ask you to love me? to love me back, the way i do you."

"loved by me?" he questions. standing upwards, he begins to messily get dressed, scanning the room around for his belongings, "what, as if i owe it to you?"

you can't help but guffaw. watching as he peers at his phone, checking the time as if you were holding him up.

"you know what? yeah. i do think you owe me at least some sort of reciprocation."

standing upwards, you drag the bedsheet along with you as you approach him. you've become cerebral; completely raw.

"what're you so afraid of sacrificing sungchan?"

sungchan narrows his eyes in your direction, his eyes lifting from his phone as the blue hue illuminates his face. he's cold, appearing almost offended by the audacity you had to ask such a thing.

"for god's sake, don't start up this shit again," groaning, it's clear this had become a habit for the both of you.

"start what? all i want is an answer, a clear fucking answer from you. rather than you saying you're going to always leave, only to come running back," pursing your lips, you can't help but feel like he's finally left a distasteful feeling in your mouth.

gripping the bedsheet tightly around yourself, you watch as he steps forwards. glaring down on you as if you could handle him. pre-maturely confronting him, knowing well enough you wouldn't be able to deal with him.

"fuck...so that's what you want, huh? to be coddled like the fucking baby you are. 'think you're a princess yeah?"

leaning inwards, he comes in so closely. allowing his forehead to press against yours, the tip of his nose just brushing past yours as you feel how hot his breath is against your face. it's abrupt and rough, the way his slightly chapped lips press against yours. a sudden nip at your lip, and he welcomes himself inside, the feeling of his tongue against yours, the intrusive sensation of him kissing you, but doing it only to temporarily satisfy your needs. it feels as though you're about to choke, unable to follow his lead. yet, always complaining about how much you wanted him to give it to you.

the feeling of your body shuddering against his much bigger frame is hard to explain. as goosebumps seem to erupt across the expanse of your skin. sungchan wraps you in his arms, snaking them around your fragile body and squeezing so tightly at your waist. angling his head to push himself further onto you.

“this what you wanted, yeah?” he mumbles in between kisses, the obscene sound of your tongues clashing against each other. the messiness of how his saliva seems to seep into your mouth makes you feel as though he’s swallowing you alive.

the tears begin to gather at your waterline, dripping down your cheeks and hanging on the edge of your jawline as you feel sungchan bring his hand upwards to cup your face. using his thumb to swipe at a few stray tears.

"i know you love me," he coos as he pulls himself away. staring into your eyes, you can't help but feel like you're beginning to grow cold. sungchan was capable of draining your energy — of making you regret every decision you’d ever made.

“…but you can't expect me to love you back."

bringing his hand upwards to push aside a few strands of your hair, he tucks them behind your ear, "not today..."

his slender fingers continue to comb through your hair, as he gazes at you as if you're some doll. a prized possession of his, yet one that's overdue. there was always something more waiting for him. he’s gentle with his actions, but incredibly harsh with his words. expressing himself without a single ounce of remorse.

"...not tomorrow."

"then when?" you choke out. as the tears have become unstoppable, your heart has fallen to the floor, and he seems to continue trampling all over it. over and over again, he continues to fuck with your sanity. having absolutely no regards for you.

sungchan can't help but let out an airy laugh. his lips stretching into a soft smile as he peers at you with such disdain. after all, you’d allowed him to become nothing more than a tainted stain over your purity.

for you, what once was love; to him was never anything.

"for as long as you'll delude yourself into thinking i might change."

[cherriiramen]

Shoujo Cosette Enjolras supremacy.. 🧎‍♀️🌼

[gammagoop]

my headcanon is that, in narrative, joel is not actually an ogre or shrek-related in any biological way but instead wore a cheap shrek costume for years as an over-extended joke

[spicyraeman]

ꜱᴏ ꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴘɪʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ꜱᴄᴀʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ

ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ? ꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ? ꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ʟɪꜰᴇ-ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ?

ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚

[gifs by @cyberpunkaddict]

[ryuto12]

Random RWBY I think 15?

Still don't know what part it is but it's headcanon and idea time.

There is not one person in this fandom who can convince me any known character is a better swordsman than Blake.

Yang and Blake are absolutely the reincarnated knight and princess from the comics.

When the Schneeblings hear the word "father" they think of Jacques, but when they hear "dad" they think of Klein.

Yang and Weiss share a fear. Neither is scared of dying, but both fear dying alone.

Oscar's biggest goal is to have Jaune's physique.

Faunus and Humans have different drinking ages, and they differ across Kingdom.

JNPR got in on those Team RWBY White Fang sabotage missions.

RWY & JNR+O have figured out that when speaking alone with Blake they can speak super quietly and Blake won't even notice cause it sounds like a normal volume to her. Something Ruby takes advantage of when doing stealth missions.

Nora and Ren have seen each other naked YEARS ago. Reached that random friendship milestone a LONG time ago. As such they have no issue changing around each other.

Pyrrha and her scented candles.

Jaune once challenged Ren to a fun boxing match and did not expect to be absolutely bodied in less than ten seconds. He never asked again.

Yang is prone to grabbing the side of a pot on the stove with her right hand just to watch everybody have a brief heart attack.

[katyakazanovas]

“🗣️ WE 👩🏻‍🦰👩🏼 FOUND LANA’S 🫶🏻 DIARY 📔 ! AND IT’S ALL ‼️ ABOUT YOUR 🫵🏻 DONG 🍆 !!”

[navstuffs]

Dry-humping Leon Kennedy, who is wearing Graves's outfit. 

Based on this mod. TW: dry humping/knee humping, masturbation, gloves, clothed male, tiny little tease at the end, gn!reader. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! lowkey dedicated to @sarahs-secrets2 biggest grave's fan i know

my leon's masterlist

If Leon Kennedy could stop time right now, he would. He had to be out of your house within ten minutes if he didn't want to be late; he was never late, but all his responsibilities were thrown out the window when it came to you. Your presence influenced his mind and sense of duty.

"There is nothing bad on putting yourself first, Leon."

And there you are, legs spread apart, humping your clothed sex against his knee, a frantic desire for someone who won't see each other for weeks. Your eyes are locked on his, drowsy with pleasure, begging for more than Leon can give now. 

"Don't do this to me," Leon whispers, his cock twitching in his pants. He wants you to give you everything, but he limits himself to helping, gloved hands on your hips, creating more friction.

Leon glances from your focused face, to your chest, your hips, to then your covered sex. His eyes lust as he notices the wet spot in your underwear. Leon licks his lips unconsciously, his hands impatiently pulling your underwear down.

His gloved hands start rubbing your aching sex, not slow as usual times, but more frantic, his gaze directed to your face again, anxious to know if he is pleasing you or not. You yelp, surprised by the difference on the texture, not his warm hands, but the raspy texture of his gloves.

And though he isn't used to dirty talk (Leon always mentions how awkward and silly he feels), he still does it for you. 

"Can I can make you cum like this? Right in my knee? Please, so I can remember you."  

You answer with a sob, fingers digging into his shoulders. You start whimpering; so close now, so close to let it rip and cum in your underwear. 

It is Leon moaning your name, his hands stroking your sex, that makes the rope rip. You finally let go, locking your lips with his. After a couple of minutes of your heavy breathing, you look at the clock. Five minutes until Leon has to leave. He notices your intentions, stopping your wrist before it touches his bulge.

"Ah, ah. Not now ,later."

"We have time." You argue. Always so stubborn. Or spoiled by him, didn't make a difference.

"Let's just stay like this for a while, okay?" Leon asks, holding you tightly in his arms, your hands gripping his vest. You both don't say anything until you whisper.

"Do not dare to not come back to me-"

"I know."

"-I am serious, Leon!" 

"I know. I will come back to you, I promise."

A promise—a promise you both don't know when Leon might not be able to keep. But Leon promises it anyway because what lengths wouldn't he go for you? 

Less than a minute now. You sigh, ready to leave his lap. You notice he makes no motion to remove his gloves, and you can't help but cringe and feel powerful at the same time. You have a full view of what started all of this: the jeans, the blue shirt rolled up into his sleeves, and those darn gloves. Leon notices you staring and blushes, looking at you in that innocent way it drives you crazy.

"Don't start." You warn him. He raises his arms up, as if not doing anything. Bastard.

It is time for him to leave. You leave his lap, dressing Leon's old shirt from an unknown band from the '90s you were wearing before his arrival. You two kiss again, this time more tender, more gentle, sealing the promise.

Come back to me.

I will.

You let your man go, and Leon doesn't look back when the door closes. You bite your lips, and the sense of dread and despair when he is gone starts growing in your chest. You can't let sadness invade you like this, not like last time. A new idea pops into your head. But for that, you must call the other man in your and Leon's life. 

[chrysanthemum9484]

Danny was immortal... Yeah a shocker right? Well here is the thing. Danny unlike Vlad walks the line between life and dead. He is a pure halfa and he gets the best of both worlds. For example ghosts are immune to human illnesses and humans are immune to ghost illnesses and as such Danny is immune to both ghost and human illnesses. His ghost half protects him from dangerous to his human half substances. His human half helps his ghost half form resistance to Blood Blossoms even if it takes a few good years. And so on and so on.

But most importantly he is immortal. No one walks the line between life and death and stays with regular human lifespan.

Danny had been a hero for over 10 years before he retired. He was simply no longer needed. And when new human villains popped up new heroes popped up as well before Danny had the chance to decide if he wanted to return from retirement.

Danny thought that he was the only in-between walker until he met him. Jason Todd-Wayne. He was young. Young enough to be Danny's grandson. But age didn't matter for in-between walkers. They were immortal after all. What really came as a surprise though was that Jason had no ghost half. He was more like a liminal ability wise yet he walked the very same line Danny does.

Also it came to Danny as no surprise that Jason and his fam are heroes. After all it takes a special kind of person (hero, villain, something in between) to to make someone an in-between walker.

What did catch him by surprise is that absolutely everyone connected to the Batfam thought that he was a civilian. A regular human. Despite the fact that he never actually hid even if he didn't use his abilities when he didn't need to. If he had to he would use them but otherwise no he won't.

Naturally the illusion was broken when he used his abilities. When Ra's Al Ghul thought that it would be funny to capture all of the bats and torture them. Of course Danny has to arrive in his entire Phantom glory. And he has had a century to polish the fighting style he cultivated while being a hero for 10 years.

Ra's never stood a chance. Not against a in-between walker, not against Phantom who has trained across the timelines because Clockwork decided to send him on extended missions. Yes, Ra's has lived for longer, experienced more than Danny will be able to imagine for a while but he has been defeated by Batman more than once, Batman who is a regular human and a child when compared to Ra's. Danny just like Batman is a child when compared to Ra's but he just like the caped detective easily defeats Ra's. But most importantly Danny's body holds more power than Superman's possibly ever could.

So naturally Danny almost literally wiped the floor with Ra's. And that alarmed the Bats and the Birds. An overpowered meta just moped the floor with Ra's when even Superman would be hard-pressed to do so. And the meta clearly did that effortlessly too.

[vanderbilt-draws]

that “let me see what you have” meme with anyone

i think youre talking abt the vine? i based this loosely on that but obv changed the words a little lol

[salemoleander]

It goes like this:

Scar seeks Grian out as soon as they respawn on Hermitcraft. Congratulating, reminiscing. Holding him when he starts to shake. (He was already forgiven before Scar stopped breathing.)

Bigb reaches out quickly- to check in, to see if he's okay. Says he had fun, as hard as it was- says he'd come back. There's an anxious quality to his messages that Grian is pretty sure wasn't there before. It's hard to remember that people ever acted differently; hard to keep straight who they were and who they all became.

At a time too late for visitors to really be wanted, Cleo comes knocking. She's not done feeling the emotions of what happened, but there is an understanding between their and Grian's sharp, bitter edges. Survival and love, twined together. She thanks Grian for letting her experience that kind of loyalty. It's as close to forgiveness as he'll get; he accepts with gratitude.

Skizz and Impulse arrive together two days later to see him - the over-loyal martyr and the under-loyal spy, happy they could play together. Skizz is easy; he forgives outright and out loud, with a declaration that he knows Grian tried his best to make things fair and fun. Pulled aside while making tea, his apology to Impulse is more concrete: a promise of future loyalty.

He receives a short message from Joel, requesting that next time he have more chances and reason to kill. Next time.

The moon is rising, and Bdubs is online, which means something is terribly wrong. One flight and several hours of coaxing later, Bdubs is close to the edge of sleep. He tells Grian he loves him; loves Cleo, loves Tango, adores them all. Would have wasted so much time not knowing everyone, without this game. Forgiveness is beginning to feel like nausea.

Jimmy doesn't acknowledge there's anything to forgive; dead too soon to know how painful things became. Still, he says 'No hard feelings'; still, he hugs Grian so tight at the next MCC his ribs creak.

Etho doesn't say anything, but he sends over a book of suggestions and ideas for the next series. He nods at Grian once, sitting at a campfire with his focus rapt on Ren telling a story, and Grian knows what he means.

Outside his front door one day is a large floral arrangement from Scott, with a note that only says "Thanks for the game". It is filled with poppies. Grian stares at it for far too long. He does not bring it inside.

Tango insists they play minigames together, talk, tour bases. And finally, he says so very casually that he had fun, and would like to play again. Have the chance to win. Grian knows he will do it all again. (Grian suspects Tango will not win, and he knows winning isn't worth it; he keeps those pieces of information to himself.)

Martyn writes a week later. He is grateful for having met Ren; bitter grief still sits in the gaps between his words. He say it was all worth it. Grian is too relieved at the forgiveness to call him on the lie.

Ren takes the longest. Several weeks come and go before Grian happens to cross paths with him. At first every word sticks like ice in his throat, but gradually the tension cracks and jokes seep through. Grian takes the plunge and apologizes for killing him (Scar did it, but by then the division between their actions was a technicality.) Ren says that given how it ended, there is nothing to apologize for.

He asks if Grian has forgiven himself, yet, for the end. There is an answer, but not one Ren will want to hear, so he just shakes his head.

Grian wakes from a dull, dreamless sleep and begins jotting down ideas for another series the next day.

[hooned]

sunghoon ♥︎ natto

[themysticaldrumstick]

I know our son will be a hater to the RO’s that aren’t E but I’m so curious to see what level of a hater he will be when mc flirts with the other RO’s

Eh, little bit of grumbling and sulking with a bombastic side-eye to aforementioned other LI. They're not really going to embarass MC by ruining the date/moment with someone else. They have left that, in the past.

Not that MC cares ofc-- they're the MC, it's their world and we're all just living in it 🙄

[monwillica]

Happy Baekhyun Day 😘

[citree]

Hi! I think your TUA art is super cute and I especially love how you draw Diego and Lila. Can I suggest this prompt to you https://www.tumblr.com/deyathemuniz/718337695398658048

I envision Lila as Ken here. The vibes are very asylum era XD

oh they SO are

Later when they're all cutsey and domestic i like to think they have their first couple photo up on the wall like your typical family does, except their first picture together is a degraded mugshot from 1960's texas that prompts more questions than answers whenever they have company over

[queer-reader-07]

ok time for me to be an aziraphale apologist / stan on main. because i am tired of how much shit he is getting.

1) i hate hate HATE the amount of people who keep insinuating that crowley is *more* in love with aziraphale than aziraphale is with crowley. did we watch the same show and read the same book??

did you not see aziraphale’s longing gazes that started *checks notes* literally before time? did you note watch as he got himself into precarious situations just so that he could be rescued by crowley and subsequently be asked out on a lunch date? did you not see aziraphale take any and every opportunity to simply touch crowley’s body? to just feel a little more closeness? he literally gave crowley holy water. if that isn’t love i don’t know what is.

yes, crowley shows his love for aziraphale very differently. for crowley it’s acts of service and that loving snark. but that doesn’t mean aziraphale doesn’t love crowley. they both love each other so so deeply and equally. they just love differently.

2) aziraphale is not a bad person for choosing to go to heaven.

i have talked about this in a few contexts before (eg how it makes sense from a religious trauma standpoint) but today i’m talking about it generally.

aziraphale did not choose heaven over crowley. he chose saving the world in the now, so crowley can be safe in the future. so that he and crowley might still have an earth to have a future on.

aziraphale still has faith that heaven can change for the better, and if it can be him doing the change why wouldn’t he want to take the opportunity? i don’t think you have to like his decision, but so many people are screaming “aziraphale bad!!!” and i just don’t get it.

the decision makes sense. it is so completely in character.

look. i understand being distraught or upset about the ending of season 2. i won’t pretend that i was happy about the ending. but i think a lot of people have forgotten how stories are structured. season 2 is the second act in a three act story. the final fifteen are the standard conflict that basically every three act story has.

but it was really shocking to see how many people went from loving aziraphale to just crapping on him because he made an in-character- understandable-in-the-context-of-his-past decision.

idk i just don’t think it makes sense or is fair to boil his decision down to “it’s out of character” or “he doesn’t love crowley as much” (don’t even get me STARTED on coffee theory) just because you didn’t agree with it.

aziraphale has flaws, but so does crowley. that’s what makes them such good and compelling characters. they aren’t black and white, bad and good. that’s the whole point of their characters and dynamic, they exist in the gray space.