#Humming Along

[aud-chron-images]

[butcharyastark]

the church on my street is playing creed from the basement at midnight lmao

[prlssprfctn]

Dick is a type of person who gets very (even more than usual) dramatic when he falls sick. His attention span reduces to zero, he is in the middle of writing his will, and he is constantly over-bored, bothering everyone with random calls or by spawning behind their backs out of nowhere.

(It doesn't help that Bruce is paranoid, and every time his kids get sick, he is like in full-time helicopter mom mode as if they are actually about to die in a second, but that's beside the point.)

When Tim gets sick, it is a catastrophe. He is so stubborn about everything that he ignores half of the house. He doesn't even tell others he is sick until he coughs out his lungs or something, and when they finally realize it, he is battling for the right to get everyone off him, because, hey. Nothing happened. He is fine.

If Damian gets sick... It is the cutest thing ever. He becomes so clingy. He comes to put his head on someone's lap or curls on their chests. He huffs a lot too, and mutters something, but he loves to sleep and be hugged, when he is sick, and that's the most charming shit ever.

When Jason gets sick?

Everyone expects him to be the most troublesome person in the world. Because, well, it is Jason. He kicks everyone away, when he is poisoned, he rarely asks to patch him up, unless things go to rough, and he can be flippant as hell when he feels too vulnerable.

But then, Jason actually gets sick, and everyone is an awe, because he is so quiet? His voice becomes smaller, he does whatever Alfred asks him to do, he takes all medicine without throwing a tantrum or asking to sweeten it with something else. He accepts anything, really.

Because when he was a child, long before Bruce found him, he had no place or time to be sick. His mother needed him. He needed to take care of things, he heeded to continue acting like he was fine, like he didn't need help or medicine — he walked around with a fever, and spend restless nights coughing out his lungs.

But then Bruce came. And he was finally allowed to rest. Explained that he needs to be taken care of, and someone in this manor, always will do that for him.

So, when Jason stumbles in the Batcave in the random night, sniffling and trying to suppress cough, Bruce is not surprised in the slightest. If anything, he welcomes him as fast as he can, before Jason can overthink what he did (out of pure instincts, really) and leave again.

Jason came, because Bruce taught him that.

As simple as that.

[dreammeiser]

We stole a pie!!

It's refreshing to meet a group of friends that genuinely have each others' best interests at heart. I'm excited for the future, we're going to make some really cool art together! 💖 @syntheticcharmva @elviraaxen @the-narrator-father

[manourfi]

My favourite area in the whole game:)

(Also I need to brag about the fact that I did not use the mirror tool to draw the windows, it's all free- handed)

[airplanecrashingtowardstheground]

shang qinghua hums the mission impossible theme whenever he has to go do spy stuff for mobei jun

[annabelle--cane]

just learned that the mechanisms song "frankenstein" was originally conceived as part of a set along with adaptations of dracula, dorian gray, and jekyll & hyde. don't try reaching me, I am in mourning for what could have been.

[sea-buns]

I truly cannot believe Scylla when she says ladies never come to her shows. Hell—not even when you lured mortals? You're telling me you never drowned a single woman? Bullshit.

And on that note, a hades protag has never been less relatable than Melinoë's distaste for Scylla. Catch me belting along with every battle. Odysseus knows what's up.

[nightmateria]

need more biker/mechanic AC Cloud in my life. I think he'd need a lot of time alone to process in general and also to recover from interacting with so many people through his delivery job, and the best way to do that would be to keep his hands busy with familiar, repetitive motions. it'd be grounding for him to crouch on the hard floor of his garage and get his knees dusty and his hands oily from doing maintenance on Fenrir.

sometimes he'd have the radio on and whenever they're playing some particularly angry love song, he'd bob his head and mouth along to the lyrics while thinking about Sephiroth, all the while pretending he's not doing either of those things.

[melit0n]

I was around, so, I thought I'd finally take the trip to see old St Pancras Church.

The gardens were lovely, and the inside was super pretty. I spent half the time infodumping to my friend about architecture and its history, and the other half talking about Sleep Token, lol.

There was no one else there other than us, so we just sat in the pews and talked quietly for half an hour or so

[i-bit-the-dust-it-was-yummy]

will would either hate country music with a burning passion or love it. no in between.

[moonknightly]

i’m listening to my “divorced dad core” playlist while i work and i just think santi would unironically know every single song on this playlist word for word

[applejee]

murderbot E6 thoughts: lmao

[embarr-assment]

Small headcanon; When he thinks or is absolutely Sure no one is watching or listening, Embarrassment will do things like sing or dance to himself. Letting loose and having fun while he's by himself, but would immediately die on the spot if he were to be caught in the act. Has a genuinely nice singing voice, truly kind of a goofball when he finds it Safe to do so.

[evansisasadist]

Lily races up the stairs, holding Harry close to her chest. She just makes it to his room and manages to locks the door when she hears a cry of "AVADA KEDEVRA" and then a thud.

She screams because James is dead. And she'll be dead soon too. And Harry will be as well. She presses him close to her chest as the tears drip down her face.

"Mama?" Harry asks, his chubby little hand reaching up to touch her face.

"It's fine baby." she tells him, her voice shaking as she hold onto his hand. "Mummy loves you. Daddy loves you. Uncle Pads love you. Uncle Moony loves you. Uncle Wormy loves you. Auntie Mary loves you. " she says. "Harry, I love you baby. I'll always love you."

Lily strokes his head and breathes in his soft, sweet baby scent. "I love you baby boy." she repeats. She needs him to hear it, to remember it. He reaches out his hand again and his sleeve rides up a bit. He's been going through a growth spurt recently, his blue pyjamas are just a little too small. Yet he's still so small.

She remembers when he was born. 15 months ago exactly. How little he was then, his hands so tiny. How James and her had cried as Harry rested on her chest. Then he had kissed her head and whispered "He's beautiful, Lily." to her and then looked towards their son and said "Hello sweetheart, I love you." It seems silly that she was ever scared of his. Yes they were young but Harry is the best thing that's ever happened to her. In all her 21 years, Lily has never felt so full of love for another person. Lily lets out another tear but she doesn't want to scare Harry. Not now. So she holds him close in her arms and sings him a lullaby, humming gently when she’s too scared to make a sound.

"Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are-" The door bangs open and there he is. Wand in hand and murder in his eyes. He lets out a high pitched cackle and Lily drops Harry as gently as possible into his crib. And then she stands in front of her son, her arms outstretched. All in an attempt to save her little boy.

"Mummy?" his little voice asks again and Lily's heart breaks. This is the first time he's ever called her that and it'll be the last. She can't save him. Harry Potter will die before he ever truly gets to live. At least she'll be with him. Her and James will be with him. James. The love of her life. She'll see him soon.

But she has one last attempt to make the man see sense and so she tries. Tries for her little boy. "Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside you silly girl...stand aside now." he says, his voice cold and cruel. He moves closer and Lily pleads again. Not for her life, but for her son's.

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-" she begs. Lily can feel death looming over her shoulder and she wants to scream and cry and run. Anything to stop it. But she can't run and she can't let her baby boy die.

"This is my last warning-" He doesn't want to kill her. She doesn't know why but it makes her more determined. Maybe his mercy will extend to her son.

"Not Harry! Please...have mercy...have mercy...Not Harry! Not Harry! Please-I'll do anything-"

"Stand aside. Stand aside girl!"

She doesn't move and the next thing Lily sees is a flash of green light and the last thing she thinks is "I love you Harry. I'll be waiting for you." Lily Potter falls to the ground and cloaked figure steps over her body, ready to kill her son.

When she awakes in the afterlife, she sobs for her boy who will grow up without her love.

[oututopia]

Having some feelings about Agatha all along and Nicky's death. Might do something about all of this later (or not).

I have seen the idea floating around that Nicky died that day because Agatha was giving Rio bodies and didn't do it that particular day. I don't subscribe to that theory at all.

However, Rio didn't pick that day at random (which is out of character for Death) and Nicky knew it was coming ("My mother need me home") You can choose to interpret this line in so many ways that I'm not done analysing it.

And all of that gives Agatha and Nicky a final night only the two of them, a night when they didn't pull a con which Nicky had come to despise. (the very cons that defined them until now but he wanted to stop if only for one night)

And Rio comes for him on that very night. (she's part of it in a fucked way but she's part of it)

[ID: Nicky on the River bank in the woods]

Look at that face... One minute he's so anxious and she starts to sing and all fears are gone. Fore one night it's only them (Apologies for lack of work on lightning, I'm posting without reworking my screenshot and doing it on the go).

Anyway don't know where I'm going with this. But I'm going there.