#I NEED TO DEAD THAT SHIT

[iloveyouhoneybear]

me when my sister for months tried her best to console a weeping, depressed me by telling me the silence was the goodbye:

😭🤮💔🌋🏃🏻‍♂️💨🙉🙉NO!!!!!🙉🫷✋😭🤮🫸🛑👋

vs me when my therapist told me the silence was the goodbye: OH ABSOLUTELY…. WE ON TO SOMETHING!!!! 😏🖖🧠🔥

[the-palelady]

cowboy!ghost is soooo desperate to get his hands on the cute nurse he’s had his eyes set on since he showed up in town.

the last patient for the day is already making their way to the exit when he steps inside the dingy clinic. he’s calm. too calm for a man who’s got the image of you writhing beneath him in pleasure sitting so vividly in his mind.

you greet him with that same saccharine smile, uttering something about how you were almost done for the day. the rest of your words were lost to the wind.

amber irises followed the sway of your hips, the natural pout of your lips as you concentrated on finishing up your doctor’s notes.

you were oblivious to the way he stalked up behind you, a bear cornering its prey, pinning it down with the shadow of its massive form. his hands find the edge of the desk, and you’re caged.

and he almost falls to his knees seeing how tiny you are beneath him, head knocking against his chest when you stand up to your full height.

a gasp leaves you, eyes darting up to look at your reflection in the window, but all you see is the darkness in his eyes, cloudy with something that has your thighs pressing together, the apples of your cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink.

ghost doesn’t let you get a word in, instead leaning down to press his lips to the shell of your ear.

“kept me waitin’ long enough, love. i’ll apologize to the doc tomorrow for the mess m’about to make.”

[moonyswarmsweaters]

*After Regulus Faked his death in the cave and ran off*

James: Hey Reg- wait... um... is that your death certificate as your computer background?

Regulus: Yea, wait it gets better.

Regulus: *flips to next background to a picture of him crouching next to his headstone*

[roach-works]

im working on a silly thought right now but: it deeply sucks that advertising is annoying, irresistible, and omnipresent, and we all just have to cope with that constant ongoing sandpaper irritation. meanwhile there's less and less grace for humans that are annoying, which is something that every human is at some point, and some of us are really annoying for most of our lives.

like. everyone has to be beautiful and graceful. everyone has to be sensitive and kind. or else they have to be apologetically disabled: autistic, bipolar, deaf. they have to be so so sorry for inconveniencing you, cutting you off, weirding you out, holding you up, annoying you. they have to take responsibility, they have to listen and learn, they have to make it up to you.

i don't think i want to live in a world where advertisers get to crawl into my eyeballs and earholes as often as they possibly can, but if im abrasive and clueless to someone i better be a card carrying member of the Broken Brain Club or prepared to grovel.

[quadrantadvisor]

Thinking about DP x DC Jason Todd being a revenant again. Here's my scenario. Jason gets called that by some ghost. He's like "what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He's heard the term before but he doesn't know any actual lore. He googles it. He scrolls past the Leonardo DiCaprio bear movie. He opens the wiki. Sees the words "animated corpse" and gets a chill diwn his spine. He starts reading the first section.

He closes Wikipedia.

That night he has a nightmare that his family buried him, again, this time with precautions. He wakes up in his own grave, full of stones, too heavy to move, to scream.

[zhelin-thames]

Part 2 Wayne Family Group Chat

Tim: okay everyone just… act normal tonight please PLEASE

Dick: Define “normal”

Jason: What did you do

Cass: 👀 Tim: nothing!! nothing illegal!!! just. just dinner. simple. civilized. family dinner. 🧍‍♂️

Damian: If you’re acting suspicious, I’m bringing a weapon.

Bruce: No weapons at the dinner table.

Damian: Too late.

Alfred: The food will be served at 7:30 sharp. Please refrain from traumatizing each other until dessert.

[7:32 PM – Wayne Manor Dining Room]

Everyone is seated. Food is passed. Tension is suspiciously low. Then…

Dick (whispering to Jason): yo who’s the guy next to Tim? 👀

Jason: Idk but Tim’s looking at him like he hangs the stars

Cass: 👁️👄👁️ they’re holding hands under the table

Bruce (barely hiding surprise): Tim. Who is your… guest?

Tim (sweating bullets): This is Danny! My boyfriend! Of 2 years, 3 months, 3 weeks, and 5 days! …Surprise 😅

Danny: Hey. :) Nice mashed potatoes, by the way.

Cue stunned silence. Until—

Damian (squinting intensely at Danny): “…Out of 8 billion people… you chose HIM? You couldn’t find anyone better—BROTHER?”

Tim (scandalized): “HEY!! Leave him alone! I love him!”

Damian (deadpan): “I was talking to MY brother, Timothy.”

[Entire table goes silent. Fork clatters. Jason chokes. Dick drops his wine. Cass looks delighted.]

Bruce (visibly malfunctioning): You have a brother?

Tim: I’m sorry, WHAT??

Danny (shrugging, sipping water): Yeah. Hi. I’m Danyal al Ghul. Heir to the Demon. Escaped at ten. Been vibing ever since.

Damian: This is an insult. You didn’t even ask for permission to court my brother Drake (oops we r back to last names). My actual brother. Biological. Blood-related.

Jason: Tim’s dating a former assassin prince. Who is B's son, blood son. That’s SO on brand for you.

Dick: This is better than Netflix

Cass: 💚 new brother 💚

Bruce (massaging temples): I need a drink.

Alfred (bringing wine): Already poured, sir. read tags!!

[teaboot]

Sometimes at work it's not my place to tell people the things I want to say, and I find I often go home at the end of the rougher days to stand blankly in my shower and tell myself over and over what I wish I could pass on.

This accomplishes very little, and mostly just gives me a tension headache, but through it all I think I've narrowed myself down to a few solid things I'd like to tell people the most.

You can't change people. Not permanently, not for anythig. You can support them, encourage them, love them, give them tools and opportunities and resources, but you can't make them change. They can change themselves if they want to, but they have to want to, and they have to want it for themselves, because they're the only one that's certain to be with them forever.

For better or worse, you make your own choices, and blaming bad choices on others doesn't only work to absolve you of responsibility- it also robs you of control. Because if you say you only did something because I did something, then you arent only shifting blame- you're admitting that you cannot control yourself, that you cannot truly make choices for yourself, that other people can control you- and as long as you truly beleive that, you'll keep facing the same problems over and over. You'll keep letting others dictate your choices, because you'll beleive that they can, and you'll never be free.

White knights on horseback are from fairytales. Nobody can help you if ou're not willing to help yourself. To try, to put the dirty work in, to belive you're worth that effort- Act as though nobody is coming to save you. From a struggle, from pain, from bad relationships, from yourself. And when you do save yourself, because you will, because failure here isn't an option if you want to survive, you'll never find another dragon that can keep you prisoner.

Don't say anything to anyone that you wouldn't want them remembering forever.

Doing the right thing in bad circumstances is hard. It's the hardest thing. But if you make the choice to do that hard thing anyways, despite your fear, you'll go on the rest of your like knowing that you're the sort of person who did something.

The present only seems the hardest because the past I over and the future hasn't happened.

There's so much joy ahead of you, the kind you can't possibly understand until you see it yourself.

The responsibility of consequences is often disguised as the power of permission. "I won't do this if you help me", "I'll work on my anger if you do this for me", "I promised you I'd quit, but can I have just one?". The unspoken question is, "Can it be your fault if this goes badly?"

You cant make someone love you the way you need to be loved. Someone can love you very much and still be bad for you, even if you love them very much in return. Two people can love each other very, very much, and try their very best, and still be wrong for each other.

Sometimes being near to someone changes you, even in good ways, and the people you become don't fit together as well as the people you were.

Caring takes work. Even if it's real. Especially if it's real. And the most important gestures aren't the grand, poetic, songs-and-flowers-and-tears moments; they're getting out of bed even though you don't want to. Paying attention to things you don't enjoy. Scrubbing pans, or opening a window, saying "thank-you", or helping carry groceries into the house. The small things fill the big things- without the small, boring, mediocre things, big things feel hollow.

Thrre is honour and dignity in humble work.

If you are a cruel and spiteful person, then you will find every place you visit to be full of the same cruel, spiteful people. This is not because the world is as cruel as you, but because everywhere you are, you will be disliked. This is the curse that comes with being persistently cruel and spiteful.

If you are a kind and ppsitive person, you will repeatedly encounter kind and positive people, because as they grow familiar with you, they will be happier to have you near. This is the reward of being a kind and positive person.

When splitting paths with loved ones, briefly or forever, aim for your last words to always be "I love you".

[pharmasrightarm]

separate ways

[pa-pa-plasma]

love fics where Danny ends up in the DC universe & every alarm goes off at once & the magic users are like "yeah that's the most powerful being in the universe & also possibly super evil we are FUCKED fucked" & the Justice League is freaking tf out trying to find this thing that casually tore a hole in reality & it just cuts to Danny (Fenton) standing in the background blissfully unaware & like "man my life sucks but at least i have this candy bar—" *drops it in a puddle*

[obsessedoverwater]

Sometimes the doomed old man toxic yoai gets so bad you just have to start writing about fucking revenge guac to get over the pain.

[shittalkerxox]

I'm really curious about how much the girls ACTUALLY know about how the boys died. While the audience is privy to flashbacks that explain it, the girls aren't - unless, the Night Nurse is somrhow able to show them Charles' memories, which I doubt because I think A, we'd have seen a bigger reaction from Crystal and Niko, and B, I think they all would have been much more understanding of the visceral and emotional reaction Charles has after to the Night Nurse goading and mocking him while forcing him to relive those big traumas.

The only thing they (Really, just Crystal) gets is when Edwin says that his death was an "act of God" and Charles' was "covered up" by the school. Which isn't exactly descriptive. I feel like Crystal and Niko don't fully grasp that the boys are genuinely ghosts who genuinely died and are, as such, super fucking trauamatised because of it. And, I think it'd be super intreasting to see how the girls react to finding out these things about them, especially with the fact that Crystal seemed to have been quite the bully in the past (and both boys were killed by bullies) and Niko mentions having gone to a boarding school where she left because she felt alone and outcasted (mainly due to her fathers death, but come on, I'll be damn shocked if there wasn't some sort of teen bullying there) the compsrisons and paralelles are really interesting to me and I want it explored more.

[peteytheparrot]

The amount of death in the wild robot is crazy 😭 like showing a cute crow and then BEHEADING IT??? is CRAZY ☠️☠️☠️ peak movie 10/10

[whathehonestfuk]

Despite her absence Steve's mom is trying her best and sadly her absence is actually apart of that because she is keeping his dad away from him, she figured he was better off neglected than abused

on one of their rare trips back, they heard about the craziness in Hawkins, they run into a monster or two and Mrs. Harrington is nothing if not an opportunist and knocks her piece of shit husband down to feed him to whatever is chasing them

on her mad dash to the car she runs into Steve just getting home already on high alert due to the quickly cut off screams in the background she informs him that his dad is dead killed by monsters so he goes into monster fighter mode and grabs his walkie informing everyone whats going on

Since the Harrington house is considered unsafe steve and his mom are taken in by the hendersons and take the time to explain the whole monster situation to steves mom (claudia is already in the know because i say so)

steve and his mom finally get to start rebuilding their relationship now that the grade A asshole is monster chow

Claudia and the newly widowed Mrs. Harrington bond and start supporting each other and eventually end up together (Much to robins awe and amazement and steve and dustins confusion and approval)

[theosjunkdrawer]

Tucker trout when I get my hands on you you're dead twenty times over

(Been relistening to The Peachyville Horror and this line Will casually drops while they're looking at the painting of Zuzel will not stop haunting me. TUCKER YOU FUCK)

[superxstarzz]

playing monster con and found it DEVASTATING that we didn't get to see Nico picking Sasha up and twirling him around so I had to remedy that !!! love these two dorks sm. and Oz <3 I love Oz <3333

close ups under the cut

[old-skyguy]

The silly stupid alien show about ghosts that steal your cock and balls just pulled the most gut wrenching, poignant shit possible and portrayed it so artistically and meaningfully what is even life.

This was MASTERFULLY done. The visual and environmental storytelling, the subtle foreshadowing, and inject those motifs into my fucking BLOOD.

Ho. Ly shit. Good fucking lord.