#I have to many for my own good

[kiwiwioui]

At what point do lives become so intrinsically connected, that it impossible to live without the other?

When living is the equivalent of needing to breathe, and when they’re gone, so are your lungs. But, you can’t die, not technically. Some otherworldly force keeps you alive, forces oxygen into your blood, forces your heart to beat at a normal pace. But you’re standing there, suffocating, starving for something, someone, but they’re gone.

You’re alive, but not living, because how can you live when you can’t breathe in the most literal sense of the word.

When do people become so intertwined with each other, that it isn’t an emotional turmoil that is an ocean to swim across. When hurricanes, and typhoons keep pushing you away from land, but there is land. It’s hard, it feels impossible to do, but you have people throwing life savers and beckoning you home.

When does that ocean of mourning become the universe? Endless, empty, and so cold. There is no end to the typhoons and waves pushing you away from land, because there is no land. It is just space, and you’re there, without your anchor. At what point does the loss of a connection become so utterly hopeless that there is no end. There is no grief to overcome, or hardship to endure. There just is.

Are these interwoven lives even possible for humans? We live such blissfully short lives, and there are billions of people on Earth, and the one thing we all have in common, is that we live for but a blink in the long eternity that is the universe. There is comfort, and distress in those notions, but it is an irrefutable fact, that there are billions of people like us in that one way, and trillions that were.

But what if we lived longer, what if we outlived the tortoises who clamber from their burrows, or the whales who live for hundreds of years, or the clams who can live for thousands. What then? Would we still be human? Would we ever be able to achieve this conformity, this, love, whatever form it may take.

I don’t think so.

We still all live the same life spans, we die, though it takes longer, but that merely allows us to live slower, grieve longer. But with grief comes recovery. Grief is an ocean.

Hopelessness is a universe.

But what if you lived, without a set expiration date. You lived forever. You couldn’t die, save for an unfortunate accident that can be avoided. You can hurt, and cry, and laugh. But death isn’t an option. You live, you aren’t human, but you are among them. They laugh too, and smile at you, but you’ve met millions of humans, and none of them have known you long enough to know your life. It would take their entire lifespan to recount the events of yours. It’s lonely, but you have no choice. But there is one other, who is as eternal as you. You’re very different, but thousands of human generations leaves the only two who can truly talk together. You know that they are the only one in all of existence who can understand you. The only being who you can truly love because no human lives long enough for the emotions to form.

What happens when they’re gone? Is there grieving to be done? Should you swim to land, through the troubles and turmoils of loss because the only being who could ever understand you is gone. Or are you in the universe, never, ever able to heal and forever floating.

What happens when you’re alone in the universe? And is this reliance on another being unhealthy? A severe co-dependence that you should be wary of. Or is it inevitable? Being so thoroughly intertwined with another being because they’re the only one.

I don’t think humans are capable of this. We always have something in common with one another.

We die, and we die fast. And despite everything, we’re never alone.

[spyglassrealms]

had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[thatskindarough]

Running to catch the train (Dec. 2023)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The indescribable tension between an overworked and underpaid smut writer, and his biggest fan hater.

(for @frummpets)

[lilybug-02]

Eimmet High...temmiE high. OMG!

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Next update may take...much longer! I have finals and an internship and not to mention I have to draw- A LOT :')

[grapefruit185]

he loves those dumb twins sm, the found family aspect of this show makes me go crazy!!!!!!!

(1st pic is referencing this post lol)

[starry-bi-sky]

this just in: danny fenton is just as much of a mask as Brucie Wayne? - another danyal al ghul au

Turns out, being placed in a civilian family who have no knowledge of your background is actually detrimental to the health and development of a child assassin due to lack of proper support! Surrounded by strangers in a foreign city, Danyal Al Ghul does as assassins do best. He hides. Espionage is one of many teachings one learns in the League, and it only takes half a day for Danyal to construct a new persona to hide behind: Daniel Fenton.

By the time dinner rolls around, Danyal al Ghul is safely and securely tucked behind the face of Danny Fenton; brand new adoptive child of the Fenton family who came from overseas. A shy, quiet little boy with a thick accent and curly hair, with brown skin and blue eyes, and an avid interest in the stars. The best fictions are always cobbled together in a little bit of truth, it's some of the only truth he ever lets through. He apologizes in a meek voice for his behavior early, he didn't mean to be rude, and he watches the three of them eat it up with coos.

Lies roll like silk against his lips, he struggles to meet their eyes and offers them his weakest, shyest smile. It's too easy. It's easy to go from there.

Danny Fenton, adoptive son, shy and awkward and unconfident but friendly. Who struggles in his classes and isn't the brightest, but tries his hardest. He makes bad jokes and has a quick tongue and a sarcastic mouth. He wants to be an astronaut. He's got the best aim in school, and is a terrifying dodgeball player. He's one of the least athletic kids in his grade.

It's like playing two truths and a lie, but there's only one truth, and the rest are lies. It's easy to pretend when he knows it's insincere.

Danyal Al Ghul, grandson to the Demon Head. Deadly, trained assassin. Has spilled blood, has had blood spilt from. Environmentalist, animal activist. He loves the stars. He owns a calligraphy set. A sharp tongue, an even sharper blade. He's clever, quick-witted, he would be top of his grade if he tried harder. He purposely doesn't.

He misses his family. He misses his mother, and he misses his brother. Mother visits a few times a year, so few times that he can count it on both hands. He cherishes every visit, as brief as they are. It helps remind him who he is.

Sam and Tucker are Danny's best friends. They've never met Danyal, but Danyal's met them.

It becomes routine to become Danny Fenton. As familiar and as easy as pulling on a shirt in the morning. Danyal wakes up and is always first to the bathroom in the mornings; stares at himself in the mirror until he can finally see Danny staring back at him. At night, he locks his door and sheds the mask.

Dying throws a wrench in his mask; splits a crack straight through the porcelain. He's able to smooth it over with sandpaper and liquid gold, but it's a little hard keeping his ghost form under wraps. It instinctively wants to shift to show his true self. Danyal can't have that, he's spent four years as Danny Fenton, he'll spend another four as him as well. Even if the feeling of the hazmat suit in his ghost form feels restrictive, like a too-small shirt suctioned to his skin that needs to be peeled off.

He'll live. Er-- well, you know what he means. It's frustrating however, trying to keep his Danny Fenton mask up even as Phantom - fighting in the air is something he needs to get used to, and the sudden propping of powers throws him off. But he is nothing if not adaptive, and he hates that he needs to slow his own skills down in order to keep pretenses up in front of Sam and Tucker.

The first time Danyal summons a sword when he's alone, is one of the few times Danyal gets to grin instead of Danny. He's fighting Skulker, and from an invisible hilt he draws a katana from thin air. It startles them both. Skulker takes a step back at the smile that spreads across his face.

They're both silent as Danyal examines his new sword.

"Do you know what people like me do to people like you, poacher?" Danyal finally asks him, the accent he began to hide a few months in slipping through. He drops all pretense, dragging the flat end of the blade slow and appreciatively against his palm. It's a good make, and when he cuts it through the air, it slices through like butter. He looks up at Skulker with a smile; "are you ready to find out?"

When Sam and Tucker ask about why Skulker seems so skittish around Danny now, Danny shrugs at them and says with a playful smile; "I don't know, I guess I kicked his butt too hard after our last fight." and he watches as Sam rolls her eyes exasperatedly, and Tucker snickers with his own joke.

By the time he reunites with Damian before their 15th birthday, Danyal is buried beneath so many layers of Danny Fenton that his brother will need a shovel to dig him out. He's not sure what he'll find.

[fakakta-art]

its no longer hanukkah but i'm setting the record straight on the batboys latke preferences, re: this post

[azuries]

say goodbye as we dance with the devil tonight, dont you dare look at him in the eye

[bunnieswithknives]

Okay but does Peri KNOW that Dev has a robotic leg when he shows up? Something about the fact that Peri's wand is a cane and the fact that Dev could have kept his leg and just had a cane for the rest of his life instead tickles my brain.

I mean he doesn't know immediately, he wasn't like briefed or anything, but he basically lives in Dev's house so he definitely finds out. Peri doesn't comment on or react to it all though really, there's no reason for him to think anything of it, plenty of people have missing limbs, a lot of people are born without them, it doesn't necessarily mean anything sinister happened. He had no reason to pry or ask and I think Peri's lack of reaction to it helped Dev feel a bit more comfortable in his skin. (Not by much but.. a little bit.)

[smooth-noob]

[halorvic]

[umblrspectrum]

go read Memento Nori and Like the Stars and What Friends Are For and just generally all of Ad Astra Per Aspera by LadyDaybreaker on ao3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A procession of confessions.

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[ingoodjesst]

have you put the pieces together yet, detective