pain-stitches

[telemna-hyelle]

interesting patterns on the back of the cloak...

and hte bow looks interesting too...

is it just me or is Link not using the master sword in EoW?

honestly if i have to pick one sword it reminds me of, it's the phantom sword, even though it's not an exact copy... i feel like there's another sword that's even closer but i'm blanking

it can't be the master sword tho

[isabellaofparma]

something hozieresque is going on

[jandjsalmon]

[dragonkeeper19600]

I love that the reaction to Velma’s cancellation has mostly just been this:

[lemongrablothbrok]

["Mein Herr" from "Cabaret" playing in the background]

[aerodaltonimperial]

Prompt: "He's kind of quiet but his body ain't "

"He won't talk to you," the production aide says, when he's out of earshot, because she doesn't have a death wish. "He won't talk to anyone."

"Super cold," says another. She shivers a little, even though it's painfully warm backstage. "He just stares at you. Silent. Like he wants to rip you apart."

Danhausen doesn't listen to them.

They don't see the way Hook's expression softens as soon as they're backstage. They didn't feel the way his hand had gripped Danhausen's tight; not the tight that's aiming to bruise, but the tight that's a little bit desperate. A little bit frantic. A little bit lonely. They don't see the way that Hook looks at him, the way the lines around his mouth smooth away, the way his teeth sink down into his bottom lip, a distinctly nervous gesture that disappears as soon as he realizes he's doing it.

++

"He's an asshole," Chuck says, and he doesn't say that often, so it probably means something. "Straight up."

"Honestly, I think I'd be worried about him betraying you during this tag match," Trent adds. He's likely trying to be nice, in the usual Trent way, laced with a little bit of an edge.

Danhausen doesn't listen to them.

They weren't there when Hook showed up outside Danhausen's hotel room in workout clothes, nodding towards the elevator that leads down to the gym. They didn't see the way he hovered above Danhausen on the bench press like he was worried Danhausen would need a spotter at a moment's notice. They don't see the way he was putting everything back in his bag and slid his eyes over, almost shyly, illuminated by the harsh fluorescent overhead lights, and didn't look away when he found Danhausen staring back at him.

++

"He's a dick," Austen says, laughing. He's got a Red Bull can halfway to his mouth, his second in less than ten minutes. "Seriously, what an absolute dick."

"He'd rather punch you than be your partner," Colten agrees, and Danhausen is pretty sure there's a slight against him in there just as much as a slight against Hook, the sort of thing they like to sneak into their words to barb every interaction.

Danhausen doesn't listen to them.

They weren't there when Hook slid into the back of the car with Danhausen after the Double or Nothing match, the two of them wedged together in a narrow backseat. They didn't feel the way Hook relaxed against Danhausen's shoulder during the drive until he was slumped with his head on Danhausen's shoulder. They didn't hear the soft exhale, the little breath that echoed across Danhausen's arm, as the lights outside shimmered across both their skin.

++

"Cold-hearted," Ari Daivari says, as he's walking through the hallways with his smart-dressed butler and shaking his head back and forth. "Absolute monster. Wait. Does he even have a heart?"

"Perhaps you could tear it out and see for yourself," the butler suggests. "Maybe it's just ash." And Daivari laughs and laughs and laughs until they turn the corner and disappear from sight.

Danhausen doesn't listen to them.

They weren't there when Hook showed up outside Danhausen's hotel room with bags of convenience store food and a DVD, when he had no reason to even talk to Danhausen any longer. They didn't see when they sat side by side on the bed and Hook's fingers trembled against Danhausen's thigh until he'd finally shifted them to tangle with Danhausen's own. They didn't feel Hook move until they were face to face, didn't see Hook's features soft with vulnerability, didn't watch as Hook got ninety percent in and let Danhausen go the other ten to slot their mouths together. They certainly didn't note the way Hook's eyes fluttered closed, lashes dark against his cheeks, as Danhausen licked his way between Hook's teeth.

++

"He's the worst," one of the production interns cries. She's got mascara running down her face and eyeliner smudged up to her temple. The other intern has handed her a kleenex that's more mush than anything else. "He's literally the fucking devil. He's so awful."

"He could have at least agreed to go on one date before turning you down," the other intern says, nodding. She's rubbing the sobbing girl's ankle a little. "What an asshole; didn't even listen to the full question before telling you no and walking away. I bet he loves being lonely. I bet being so fucking miserable gets him off."

Danhausen does listen to this one, actually.

They don't know how pliant Hook's limbs go when Danhausen has him on all fours on the sheets, propped up on his elbows as Danhausen fucks him open. They don't hear how, once Hook's pressed into the pillows, he's actually constantly talking, a never-ending stream of whispers and pleading and a mantra of expletives that somehow never rattles beneath Danhausen's skin. They don't see the way he claws his fingers down into the blankets and twists them when he comes, shoulders glistening and chest stuttering, or hear the way Danhausen's name falls from his mouth in tiny gasps.

++

"He's got nobody," Lee Moriarty says, with a grin, with a twinkle in his eyes, like he's found his latest prey. "He's not got one single person who gives a damn about him save his dad."

"That's what you get when you're horrible to everyone," Stokely points out. "You get no friends. Not one person there to wrap all those injuries you get from the ring."

Danhausen doesn't listen to them.

Because they weren't there when Hook slipped into Danhausen's room using the extra key card Danhausen always makes sure to give him. They didn't feel him wake Danhausen from clingy dreams by peppering feather-light kisses to the pads of Danhausen's fingers one by one with a gentleness that might as well sear longing into every one of Danhausen's digits. They didn't see how he curled up at Danhausen's back, looped his arm around Danhausen's middle, and clasped their hands together. They certainly didn't see the way he smiled, soft and bright and beautiful when Danhausen returned the favor the next morning by raining kisses down along his collarbone, the skin others can only bruise, the skin only Danhausen can soothe.

++

Danhausen doesn't listen to anything they say, really. The only words that really matter are the ones he gets in low murmurs when the moon is shining through the curtains. The ones that pause after Danhausen slides up on his elbows and drops his chin onto Hook's chest, asking, "Why did you pick Danhausen?"

Hook's fingers cord through Danhausen's hair, mussing it beyond repair. He takes awhile to answer; he usually does, and Danhausen always waits for him. "There wasn't a choice. It was only you."

"But why me?" Danhausen insists.

Hook shrugs against the sheets. "Because you saw me. You're the only one who really saw me."

Danhausen sees Hook all the time: sees the way Hook will use Danhausen's shampoo when he thinks Danhausen doesn't notice, because he likes the smell; sees how Hook is careful not to put photos as the background of his phone but has a full album of pictures he's taken of Danhausen when Danhausen wasn't looking; sees every morning when Hook texts him good morning, deceptively simple and impossibly deep, a ritual he's never missed a day of, even when they are half a world apart; sees the way Hook finds silly knick-knacks and toys that Danhausen would like and buys them, hiding them in Danhausen's luggage for him to find days later.

Danhausen smiles, and settles into the crook of Hook's arm, and wonders what Hook sees in him.

[flippyspoon]

update: i have found the special little notebook.

[womanofwords]

Farewell Party

I based a story off of the TV trope And There Was Much Rejoicing.

It is said that you can tell how well-liked a person was or wasn't based on their farewell party. For example, if the party happens after they leave, it's a pretty good indicator that they weren't well-liked when they were there. Another example is if nobody turns up to the party.

Villain had been to many farewell parties. Most were joyous, but sad affairs as people reminisced about the good times. However, this one was . . . different.

Villain walked in on a chaotic party full of cheering and whooping. Henchman waved them over. "Villain! Oh my god, get over here!" they shouted. They looked like they were already drunk. Weirdly, they were with Sidekick and Hero.

"Hi, Henchman," Villain said looking awkwardly at Sidekick and Hero. "No offence, but I thought this was a villain-only party."

"Nah, this is a mixed morality event," Hero said. "Superhero was not someone that was well-liked among their colleagues."

"How 'not well-liked' are we talking?" Villain asked. Loud cheering came from the back of the room. Villain's jaw dropped as a bunch of heroes and villains. stood around throwing darts at a picture of Superhero.

"I hit him in the eyes! What do I win?" Supervillain asked.

"Someone here will pay for your cab ride home instead of you doing it yourself," Other Villain said.

"Awesome!" Supervillain said.

"Oh. They are truly hated," Villain said.

"I know," Hero said.

"Superhero used to treat me like an intern," Sidekick sighed. "Sidekick, get doughnuts. Sidekick, get me coffee. Sidekick, where are those files? Sidekick, hand these out."

"That explains you, Sidekick," Villain said. "But what about you, Hero?"

"Superhero and I went to hero academy at the same time. I outperformed them on the tests, but they were the one with the connections because I was at home studying and practicing, and they were at parties, networking. Even when I graduated with higher grades, they got promoted faster until they were my boss."

"Boss's boss," Sidekick corrected.

Hero bristled. "Thank you, Sidekick," they said tersely, before continuing with the anecdote. "Once Superhero had significant power over me, they lorded it over me, too. Dangling my job in front of me like a carrot in front of a horse. Gloating about how my studying and practicing never got me as high as it got them. They were the worst."

"You won't have to worry about them any more," Villain said, awkwardly comforting Hero. "Because Superhero's gone."

"Damn right they are!" someone said, with a bunch of drunk people cheering. "Now let's eat the cakes!"

A multitude of cakes in many different trolleys were brought out on several large trolleys. One cake that was brought out was a sheet cake that had the words SUPERHERO IS GONE FOR GOOD written on it in icing. "We are literally eating cake in celebration of Superhero never coming back," Hero mused. "I didn't think Superhero was hated this much."

"Neither did I, but I'm kinda glad they were," Henchman laughed. "A toast to Superhero and their misery!"

"To Superhero's misery!" everyone chorused.

[mtg-talk]

We have a new (official) spoiler from Phyrexia! Lukka looking real Compleat over here….

[lokilickedme]

My Saturday morning date - who has a six inch beard - and I are sitting in the local coffee shop talking about religious trauma and psychedelic mushrooms when one of the counter girls comes over with a broom and says "Excuse me ladies, let me just get this real quick" as she sweeps up some crumbs from under our table. I look at my date.

"Ladies??"

He laughs and says "It's alright" with a little shrug. I make an exaggerated gesture with my hand in front of my face to indicate the blatantly un-missable mountain man sasquatch facial hair that takes him solidly out of the realm of "lady" and he leans toward me across the table and says with a smile, "I did drag at a Mormon wedding once because the bride didn't have a maid of honor. It's all good."

Ladies and gentlemen we have a keeper.

.

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

What it looks like when the trash is removed

[thefourcebehindit]

I hate #Trump more than I've ever hated anyone I think he should be hung as a fucking traitor. So why the fuck did #Tumblr serve me this add? Am I the only cis straight white male they could find? Which in this community I can belive, which begs the question why the fuck would they even have this add on Tumblr?

[dodgecarspeedracershotdogcart]

[bluegrass-hippie-tomboy]

So! My 'oh my god, take a fucking mental health break from the internet' period is over. I will now subject you to my wonderful presence once again!

[everotten]

Currently going through denial

[skull-bearer]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Dragonlance - Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Dalamar the Dark/Raistlin Majere Characters: Raistlin Majere, Dalamar the Dark, Ladonna (Dragonlance), Par-Salian (Dragonlance), Dunbar Mastersmate, Bupu (Dragonlance), Caramon Majere, Crysania (Dragonlance), Tanis Half-Elven, Kitiara uth Matar, Iolanthe (Dragonlance), Takhisis (Dragonlance) Additional Tags: Misunderstandings, godhood, Deicide, Heartbreak, Regret, Lies, Slightly Nicer Than Canon!Raistlin, In Love And In Denial!Dalamar, Absolute Bastard As Usual!Par-Salian, Pure Cinnamon Roll!Bupu, Slightly Bigger Pure Cinnamon Roll!Dunbar, Mage cheerleading squad, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Killing Gods As a Bonding Experience, No Beta We Die Like Par-Salian Should Have, Thrown Off The Top Of Wayreth By Dunbar Mastermate, Legends AU, happier than canon, Hourglass Mage Compliant Summary:

In a slightly kinder world, Raistlin makes his bid for Godhood.

Chapter 6: In My Blood As below, so above