genuinely have the worst headache of my life #dying
this is what i get for not taking my zoloft for like 4 days then taking it again…
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Every time I write a Heronchild AU I feel inclined to come up with a whole backstory for all the other characters, especially Cordelia and Alastair, even if they aren’t supposed be relevant to what’s happening at all. They just creep into the story organically and drag a whole Lightwood entourage + attachments in with them.
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Wish my boss would pay my vet tech tuition like he did for everyone else. Or at least like one of the payments. I'm dying here.
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me yesterday: I will literally not go on Instagram for weeks. Nay, months.
me end-of-day yesterday: well I guess I really wanna know what ppl are saying. I’ve already taken a day-long break. I’ll check tomorrow
me: o-okay
me this morning: well I guess….I could check right now….as I’m getting ready for work…I’m sure that won’t throw me off in any way…
me: please don’t
me: *checks rabidly, like a hungry animal who hasn’t tasted flesh in weeks* *puts on two watches instead of one* *doesnt look where I’m going walking down the street*
me: oh god. This is literally going to fuck up your nervous system. It’s literally fucking up your nervous system right now
me: *consumes, consumes, consumes* must. Know. The current dialogue. MUST KNOW WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING!!!! DONT WANT TO BE LEFT OUT!!! FOMOOOOO
me: *head in hands* you’re fucked
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the amount of times that I've watched *that* scene in s1e4 of shadow and bone is unholy
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guess who lost their mind and decided to not only paint babygirl steve but paint it in 4 (four) different pieces that come together
here's two pieces i don't mind
btw his lips are so hard to draw.... they're just to be kissed not painted that's it
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fuckin’ christ i’m a slut for skz members as camboys!!!! Its an unhealthy obsession at this point
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I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt
“Woah. You look like shit."
Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.
The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.
"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."
And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.
The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.
If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.
"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.
"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.
"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.
The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.
He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."
There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.
"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."
Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"
"Daniel? Is that you?"
His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.
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okay but like where tf do you put vinyls when you start collecting them??? like do i order the invisible shelf thingys orrrr
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