#I don't have time for this shit

[chaoswillcalmusdown]

i'm literally on day 3 of everything hurting. lifting my arm feels like lifting 10 kg.

[simplybybea]

"how is your painting going?"

Thank you for asking! I have walked to town, and also reorganised my office space and done laundry!

"...so no painting?"

No painting.

[jessicasrps]

Imma have to write my fuckin feelings out aren't i

[bansheesofinisherin2022]

why do i have to work or do stuff for university when there's soooo many better things to do at home like drawing, going for a walk, reading, watching a movie, sewing, crocheting, knitting, writing, hanging out with friends, checking out that new cafe, talking to kind strangers on the train, going on dates, visiting ur family, singing, listening to an audiobook or podcast, paint my nails etc etc etc

[thesunlikehoney]

warning for vaguely suicidal shit?

but. yeah. it's been about five years now of wanting to be dead. while i am proud of myself for not being dead i am also trying to come to terms with feeling like this every day. it's been five years. does this really not go away? some weeks it's better and some weeks it's worse but it's always there. i don't see it going away on it's own and is this it? is this normal? i mean i know it's not normal but do other people who struggle like this have to remind themselves every single day why they're alive like a ritual prayer? being Not Dead is high on my list of priorities and i'm not actively in danger or anything but pretty much every day i have a moment of "i want to be dead" and i try to tell myself i just want sleep or a sandwich or a hug but i know that's a lie.

i don't want to spend the rest of my life arguing with myself. i want there to be a future where i am at peace. i can wait as long as i need to for that peace i just need to know i am not waiting in vain. 

[truessences]

I don't normally do this but FUCK customer service and busted ass customers with busted ass attitudes.

That is all.

[lifeofkaze]

Is my canon's-resident-MF and Rockstar-Troublemaker trying to sweet-talk me into making him an actual side-OC because he knows I have a weakness for redemption arcs?

Does he already have a playlist that kicked Ava's playlist off her throne?

I'm not saying yes, but... y'know.

[messybouquetoflilies]

brain, whyd you wake me up early if it was just to be sad

[uncanny-tranny]

Fat people deserve mobility aids, too. No matter if it's connected to their fatness or not, because having a mobility issue that is connected to one's fatness won't change that they're still fat and still have the issue at hand. Fat people don't deserve to "tough it out" because fatness should be this divine punishment doled out to those who "deserve" it. Fat disabled people deserve to have the peace of mind that they can exist in whatever way is most comfortable and accessible to them

[sivunas]

smash or pass: Kassadin.

send sivir smash or pass + a name.

sivir's lips twist with visibly violent disdain. perhaps one day the answer could have been a simply pleasant one, because the kassadin of old was a legend to shuriman adventurers like herself. his notoriety was spit like acid off the tongues of historians or sung with praises by those in admiration of his dangerous exploits. being as she is now, that cocky part of her wonders if she's managed to surpass the name of his legend, especially now that he's fallen to the twisting void and its corruption.

call her shallow, but . . . " pass, " sivir finally replies, blowing her loosely framed fringe away from her face. " kassadin's old news. what good will it do me? nothing to gain there, be it tricks of the trade, or whatever. be serious. it's a waste of time if there's nothing in it for me. besides. seems like a guy too far gone. not interested. "

[galoogamelady]

I have not made a single normal, proper piece of art of BG3

[literatureatthebowofnails]

If you catch me sketching, I'm probably in a "go to sleep" mood. If you catch me reading it writing fic, I'm much more likely to be in a "dick sucking" mood...but I'm also not going to answer the door...?

[brainrotcharacters]

makes me giggle to think of X2 Logan meeting dp&w Logan when this is a thing

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[christ-with-a-why]

ugh god my body just cannot catch a fucking break

[cowboylikeghost]

As a neurodivergent arospec you're either very oblivious to people having crushes on you or are cursed with the hyper awareness to people liking you in a way you DON'T want them too