#THEIR ABILITY TO ABSOLUTELY RUIN EVERY GOOD THING THEY PUT OUT IS UNMATCHED

[whywoulditho]

I'm just getting into DC lore and from what i've seen so far i think DC losing in all the "Marvel vs DC" polls is literally their own fault

[maple-syrup-goblin]

@tarly-the-bitch

(some of you might like the tags up here, sorry

suicide, gore, depression, murder, ect)

Imagine:

You just broke up with your s/o, your heart is in shambles. Just to wake up, you need to lift the weights of your sorrows, regrets, and the deep gap within your soul.

It's a normal, terrible day. The sky is gray, it's been that way ever since they left you. Despite your unwillingness, the drive for food forces your body through your house, out of the door, and to your bike.

You mindlessly ride to a store. Any store will do. As you look to the sky and realize it's getting dark, and you are slpashed with shock when you notice that you've arrived in the next city over.

You push on as the pit in your stomach grows as deep as the pit in your heart. Your eyes fly to a bright sign of a small grocery store on the outskirts of the city. You place your bike on the outside of the shop and enter warily.

You grab whatever your hand seems to be attracted to. You end up grabbing a load of junk with dull, meaningless lables. As you near the counter you peer down to a worried face.

"Um, sir? You don't look too well." her wide eyes stare at you as she says faintly.

"I just biked from the small town over, I'm just tired." you reply, dead as ever.

"Really? That's a long way. If you need a place to stay, I could let you rest at my home." she suggests.

"Ah, thank you very much." you muster a weak sign of gratitude.

"My shift ends soon so, you shouldn't have to wait long!" she states excitedly.

You finish paying and wait on the bench outside. Filling your stomach with some of the garbage you bought, your head becomes a little less foggy. As you wait, the sun sets and your grow cold. Just as you huddle, the girl bursts out like a little bundle of energy.

"Whew! I can't wait to get home!" she exclaims with a wide smile. Just then, in that moment, you see her with clear vision. Her cute sweater, short hair, and smooth skin. Just that sight brings you more joy than you've felt in the past month. You can't help but smile at the sight.

"My car is this way," she states, "but we'll have to leave your bike here for the night. My car is too tiny to fit your bike."

"Oh! That's alright. I'll get it tomorrow." you reply.

As you walk toward her car, she glances at you and questions, "So, what's your name?"

"Oh, I'm y/n. What's yours?" you ask.

"You didn't catch it on my name tag?" she quips with a smirk. Although you feel like that was ment to poke fun at you, a you can feel is joy. "It's Ambrosia, you can call me Am though." she explaines.

You ride in her car for a short while before arriving at a cute house, completely dark from inside to out. The tiny home is beautiful even if you can't see it well in the starlight. As you walk in the door, she turns on the lights to reveal a neat and comfy place of living.

"Sorry, it's a little small. But now that we're here, would you like something to eat?" she asks kindly. Although you ate before you got here, you haven't had any good food for months and you crave to know what her cooking tastes like.

"I'd love something to eat, what do you have?" you speak joyfully.

"Oh it's not that simple! I'll make us a surprise!" she plays. Her positive attitude leaves you trembling with happiness. As she starts to cook, she demands that you stay out of the kitchen so that it remains a surprise.

You look around her home and see few family photos and many little decorative trinkets. The smell from the kitchen lures you to it as she announces that she's done.

"Allright, let's get to eating!" she announces. "Also, I don't have to work tomorrow so... would you like something to drink?"

It's been a while since you've had a meal this luxurious with a nice drink to go with it. "I'd love to." you respond as she pulls out a full bottle of whiskey.

"I don't do this too often so let's celebrate!" she says as she hold the bottle to the sky. The two of you begin to eat and enjoy your time together. Looking into her eyes feels like standing in a cool summer's breeze. You can imagine the sensation of your hand on her cheek.

You continue to eat and drink as your ability to hold back your feelings becomes frail. The slightest drop of romance could melt you and, she takes notice.

"You know, I'm the only one here. You don't have to hide anything." she states drunkenly. You feel as if your soul has become whole again. You no longer feel pain or sorrow. All you can think about is her adorable lips.

The two of you head toward the living room when suddenly, she stumbles. Falling into you arms, she looks up into your eyes. "You just might have to carry me!" she laughs.

You comply, and pick her up. You feel her squishy thighs in your arms and your hand grabs her chest. Holding her in your arms has put things into perspective. Although she's a tad short, her beauty is unmatched in your heart.

You carry her to her bedroom and set her down. Once she regains her balance, she uses all the force in her body to fling off her clothes. Your drunken mind follows suit and you remove what's keeping her from your body.

The mutual excitement brews a love so stong that it lats for hours. She's lucky she doesn't have to work in the morning.

You grasp her arms and lay her to the bed as you pummel her as hard as you can. Her poor little bead makes cries of help as you recklessly destroy her insides. The absolute bliss you feel is more fulfilling than anything you've ever felt.

She gasps as you continue, she looks beet red with pleasure. You begin to slow so this can last a while longer. You use your hands to toy with ever part of her imaginable. Her squishy breasts, tender thighs, and soft cheeks all run past your grasp.

"Please, please, harder!" she demands, "play with me, play with me! I'll be your toy to make you happy!" she cries with tears of bliss. You continue, harder than you have ever before. You grasp her boobs and fondle them with force.

She lets out one last moan of pleasure and holds you tight. "Thank you." she wispers. Your tiredness catches up to you and you fall asleep with your bodies intertwined.

You've slept better than you ever have before. You wake up to the sight of her soft lips and are instantly filled with the pleasure you felt before. Her small body seems so fragile in your grasp. She's so tender, and vulnerable.

Although you were filled with joy, your heart snaps back to how it was tbe morning prior. You stare at her, blankly. As she awakes, her eyes flutter open and her lips form a smile.

"I love you y/n" she barely musters. As she states this, you realize that she was able to fill you with joy she can do it again. You kiss her passionately and feel between her legs.

Her eyes fill with shock at your sudden movements but she can't say no, you've filled her mouth with her tongue. Her fragile body under your control fills you with the feeling of power. A power you've only felt the day before.

You start to rough her up. Using unnecessary amounts of force. She starts to cry but she wanted to be your toy right? Did she lie to you? Just like you s/o did back then. You can't stand liars. You can't stand her.

You trow her to the ground in a fit of rage, as her cries grow. Noting she says matters now, she'll just leave you like your s/o did. She's just like her, a liar and garbage. You top her and bite her throat with the strength of a lion. You claw at her soft skin and tear her insides up with the most massive rage boner any man could hope to amass.

She can't speak anymore, all you hear is muffled screaming and gurgles. You imagine doing this to your s/o and get up. A job like this requires special tools.

You retrieve a knife from the kitchen, her eyes contort into a deep fear. As you plunge the knife between her breasts. You slice her down to her belly and continue with your hands. You reach inside her and pull everything out. All the love, all the joy, you believe it is yours now.

Her eyes fade and her tears stop flowing. You continue to use her as a toy and fill her with your semen. Since there's no chance of a child, you fill her vagina with your semen in the most satisfying way you could have ever conceived.

You keep her face looking pretty, but with her throat destroyed you decide to ruin it a little more. You flip yourself and shove your dick into her throat however, it quickly reaches where you've crushed it. You press on and slip your cock deeper and experience the tightest grip you'll ever feel.

You assault her lower lips with your raging tongue to get a taste of your prey, your toy, you little meatbag of happiness. Rubbing her ass, you finnish in her adorable little mouth. And find yourself calming.

You cleave her head off to keep it as a physical memory of the last time you'll ever feel joy. You cry as you realize you've ruined your toy. What are you saying? Your toy? You realize that you've become a monster.

She's much more deserving of a life than you ever were. And you took that. You walk out of the house with your hand on her scalp. Or what's left of her you monster. You steal her keys and drive home. You monster.

Every time you look at what's left of her. All you can think is, "you monster" and you are. You are a monster, a horrible human being. If that. Your tears flood your vision. You know you'll never be happy again. You are worthless. But you feel what's left of Am isn't.

You arrive home and place her head on your table. Her lifeless eyes stare at you. You pleasure yourself one last time before ending your life just as you ended hers.

You grab a knife from your kitchen. You place the tip to your chest. You take a deep breath and plunge the blade into your heart. Letting your rage guide your hand. "You monster, you are worth nothing" you repeat in your head, "How can anyone love me now? Why would anyone care? S/o doesn't, Am doesn't, your family doesn't."

When you're done, you look just like her. A pile of blood and meat on the floor. The physical pain amounts to nothing compared to the disappointment you feel in yourself.

You feel warm, your sight glows red even with your eyes closed. Where have you found yourself?

[fixedfire]

i went to a friendsgiving this year with my heart open. turning 30 brought people back into my life that i never would have imagined and i wanted to continue to build old friendships back up. i put my heart on my sleeve and ran with it all full steam ahead and am trying to be the friend, once again, that people deserve. the one that doesn’t end up being forgotten or misunderstood.

it’s so hard to find myself moving forward in life yet constantly needing to replace every fascet and definition of love and friendship. every time i lose a close person to me, i tend to lose a whole version of myself and a whole ecosystem of friends and memories become shrouded in hateful and hurtful truths. it’s happened more times than i can count. i don’t want someone’s skewed impression of me to dictate my relationships with other people. but i know i’m better off alone than wondering what is true. what was real and what was easy to believe at the time?

is it a red flag when you notice it only while reminiscing? there has to be another word for it. it just makes me feel weak. easy to confuse. never missed by them the way i find myself missing “before”...the friendships and adventures and supportive parts of the journey that had nothing to do with the ultimate reason we didn’t work out.

friendship is strange and people float into and out of your peripherals all the time. and yet— the older i become, the smaller this insane world turns out to be. the cycles overlap. people appear and disappear. the feelings and emotions bubble and burst and settle back down again after an exhausting few days of over analyzing. a song, a joke, a movie.. all fucked and dripping with the stain of “before”. maybe this is just my own messed up internal dialogue and everyone else has better coping mechanisms to allow them to truly cut the past off at the neck.

i’ve been on both sides of the block button and there are frankly some people i had never thought i’d have to see again unless i chose to seek them out. and yet. this past weekend, i was thrown entirely off by seeing a face i knew a long long time ago. a face of a friend who wanted more. a face of a friend who left. twice. a face of someone who wanted nothing to do with me and the life i’ve had after that final day— we never spoke again. a person who i considered a true friend until their motives became clearer and clearer with time. someone i didn’t want to hurt who decided to hurt me. lie to me. read this blog without telling me. mock me with a fb status...

i have regrets, of course. i regret not defining things in a more mature way. i regret being the type of girl who let others decide her fate, hanging on the words of men and hoping they would lead me to the truth of a life i could actually see myself living. instead of just being honest and raw, i was scared and anxious and vulnerable. i let my (soon to be realized) awful best friend at the time influence my thoughts through her unwavering sense of superior judgement and unmatched ability to cut me deep with one sweeping statement of what she felt was absolute truth.

i didn’t know how to make a choice that wouldn’t ruin some aspect of my life. i wanted to be selfish while also conveying that i was really hurt.

that friendsgiving brought a person back into my life that i only recently added on instagram to wish them a happy birthday. they just happen to be mutual friends with the person/people i used to know. and there was his face, in nearly every shot. the memories bubbled up. they keep bubbling up. i keep wishing i had a stronger memory of the Bad and a weaker memory of the Good. a tighter grip on how hurt i used to be by their actions and how ultimately better off i am now without the pain they caused. our friendship was once very important to me. and i think seeing him in a such a setting with good friends, having fun with someone i really like, just reminded me of how we could have been if we didn’t push it further. didn’t push each other away.

i’m not waiting for an apology or closure.. i’m just sad. sad about what i’ve been through. sad about not being able to make and keep friends over the years. sad that my selfdoubt escalates any time i think of how easily i’ve been swept aside and forgotten about by people who can still plague my thoughts. i wonder if i’m the only person who feels this way, who is driven into a spiral of weird feelings by a 6 second video clip of a practical stranger in pretty much every sense of the word.

those i knew, those i loved, those that left, those i lost... they are all strangers now. i hardly even recognize myself so I only hope that they’ve grown to be a stronger person and that they don’t suffer from this insanity i feel when it comes to the past and the pain it caused. i’m trying every damn day to be better than i was and maybe that’s enough.