#being sad and angry

[sparksflys]

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[ionomycin]

mermay

[diurnalvl]

seven years ago, they used to be friends. almost.

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[galaxymagitech]

Jason: I don’t think you apologizing to me is a good idea.

Dick: Uh…why?

Jason: Because when you do that, I inevitably feel bad and forgive you, and I really want to be mad.

Dick: But why would you want to be mad? I hate being angry, it ruins everything.

Jason: Exactly. Ruining everything is kind of my thing, I can’t lose it.

[findoesstuf]

More skrunkles for @tsaikonautz ‘s lab rat AU. Silver (Cyan Powers), Blaze (Purple cat w fire), and Amy (Pink Hedgie!) are my designs, while Miles “Tails” (Fox w two tails), Sonic (Blue Hedgie), and Knuckles (Red angry one) belong to Tsaikonautz!

[fisheito]

collab #2 with @xenole i was given a chibi yakumo and i.. i...... turned it into thiS

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 248

Jason… wasn’t exactly planning on going back to Gotham.

Oh sure, back when he’d first gotten his head fixed up by the Pits and then utterly fucked by them he had been planning on a convoluted thing of revenge and getting Bruce to kill the joker and honestly he’s barely not doing that. But a literal six year old declaring your plan was stupid was downright insulting, even if they were correct. 

But he’s not going to drag this out. He’s only here for a few days, just enough to take care of things with a couple of Shadows loyal to Talia- and therefor him as well- before Damian is sent over. It was a thing he had argued with her for hours, the whole sending Damian here, but… But it was something Damian wanted, and well, she was paying for college for him. So. 

So Joker would die, would never get a chance to hurt his baby brother. It wouldn’t be his first kill- he didn’t regret his previous ones, not when the blood would have been on Damian’s hands instead- but hopefully it would be his last. 

[aint-love-heavy]

What a loser [x]

[morganbritton132]

in the EMTTS, does Diane ever find out about the death threat letters to Steve? if her daughter watches Eddie’s tiktok she would’ve seen the videos about it so did she tell her mom? how would Diane react? would her reaction annoy Steve or would he actually find it sweet?

Oh man, her daughter would show her Eddie’s TikTok and Diane’s response would be the same one she has for a death in the family and divorces: desserts and being a pleasant presence in their lives.

Steve doesn’t immediately put two and two together because he kinda assumes that Eddie told their friends about it and that’s why people knew, not that he posted about it on the internet. He honestly just thinks that Diane is being her usual annoying self and thus, following the rules of upper-middle class etiquette, keeps having to bake for her.

She stops by one evening and brings them a plate of macaroons and spends an hour standing on their front porch talking about the neighborhood watch. They gained three new members. Steve interprets this as dig about his sleepwalking and then spends the rest of the evening hate-baking her a pie.

Steve is sitting outside waiting for his carpool one morning and she accosts him to have him try this new doughnut recipe she’s trying out. They’re begrudgingly delicious, but her interrupting the only peace and quiet he’ll get all day to talk about the neighborhood watch again is unforgivable. Steve makes her brownies.

Steve is laying with his back flat against the deck in the backyard, listening to Eddie chase Ozzy around the yard. His eyes are shut but he can feel the sun shining on him, and it’s the first time in a long time that he doesn’t feel like complete shit. So, of course.

“Yoohoo, boys,” Steve hears called over the fence and when he cracks his eyes open, he can see her waving at them. She has a tin of cookies with her and is already handing a homemade dog treat to Eddie, and Steve just sighs so deep within himself that he can feel it in his toes.

When he peels himself off the deck and drags himself over to have a pointless conversation by the fence, he can hear her talking about the neighborhood watch. Again. She is saying something about Suzanne down the street seeing a car circle the block a few time this week with their lights off, and Steve’s just had enough.

He doesn’t have it in him to bake another fucking pie.

He cuts off her rambling about being bad at guessing the make and model of cars with some barely concealed frustration, “That’s Ryan and Jackie’s kid. The one that just got a permit. He and his friends take their car out and joyride it around the neighborhood because Ryan refuses to teach him to drive.”

“We live in a cul-de-sac,” Steve adds because he thinks that she’s being a little ridiculous. He says it like he was no longer a person that had trouble leaving the house, that could open the mail without their hands shaking, that wasn’t in their backyard instead of on a run because they’re afraid – Wait.

Steve’s eyes flicker over to Eddie and then to Diane, and everything slots into place like the most obvious puzzle. Of course, she knows. Everybody probably knows. That’s why the neighborhood watch is suddenly so popular, and yeah.

Later when Steve can think about it all more rationally, it is sweet that their neighborhood is looking out for them and that they’re concerned. But in the moment, Steve feels like he’s been hit with a tidal wave of pity, and he gets frustrated. He gets angry.

He barely registers that he drops the cookie tin on the ground or hears Eddie’s blasé response about Steve’s clumsiness. He knows that he’s about to get mean and he doesn’t want to, so he just turns around and goes inside.

Eddie follows him a few minutes later, asking questions and says that it’s not a big deal that people know. He says that it’s actually better because it means there are more people looking out for him. Steve tells him that he’s not talking about it and goes to bed early.

He wakes up early too. He puts on his shoes and he goes across the street, and he tells Diane when she opens her door, “This needs to stop.”

“Oh good, you’re awake. When I saw you on the porch, I thought you might be…” She trails off, making a twirling gesture at her temple and then frowns. “Oh, that’s not correct, is it? April is always trying to teach me these new rules. I mean nothing by it, dear.”

“I’m not – I’m not broken,” Steve says. “I’m not sick, or weak, or – and I don’t need you to bake things for my husband or form a neighborhood watch for me. I need-“

“Dear, that’s simply not true,” She says, voice dropping into something serious. This might be the first time that Steve has ever seen her not smiling. “I heard about those awful letters you got sent to your door and you may not like it, but at times like these. You need people. You may not like that it’s me, sweetie, but that’s what you got.”

Steve hates how he feels like he’s ten years old and making up excuses for why his parents didn’t pick him up, “I can look after myself.”

“I’m sure you can, but do a girl a favor and let us look after you too,” She says. She must see that he’s not thrilled with that statement because she tells him about a sorority sister she had and the anonymous notes she used to find, and how they buried her two years after graduating.

So, she takes his hand and gives it a squeeze, “Let me do this. For me.”

Steve doesn’t pull his hand away and admits maybe for the first time, “I’m so scared all the time.”

[gay-robot-boyfriends]

THAT'S AN IDEA FOR THE VILEX AU THAT LIVES RENT-FREE IN MY HEAD!! I like the idea that Vile brings the worst out of X in the funniest way, but also X gets what X wants. Vile is my new waifu and no one can stop me! :D

DW guys, I still fucking love xzero

But I really like my bad boys ❤❤❤

[soldrawss]

You hurt them like they’re nothing (Oh, oh)

[benilos]

Skunks

A skunk had died on the road in front of my house when I was 15, it had been run over.

It was there for 2 or so weeks, and I saw it every day going to and from the bus stop.

Every day, it was less and less of what it used to be.

A tiny ball of black fur that you could smell a street away. The spray making you call out "Oh a skunk died!" As you drove by.

2 weeks.

And I saw it every day.

I saw the worms that formed in its belly.

Saw the vulture that picked from it.

Its bones were tiny, much smaller than ours. Of course, it was a skunk. A rodent. A creature so insignificant to us, even a nuisance to some, that we know its demise by smell and all we do is cheerfully declare its death and scrunch our nose in disgust just after.

Is that what I am?

Is that what they thought of me when I disappeared?

Did they hear of my attempt, and turn their nose up in disgust?

Did they cheerfully declare my death, and sigh in disappointment when I was confirmed to be alive still?

Were you happy when you no longer saw my face?

Could you see my bones as the time passed? Did you feel my absence? Did you see the worms that grew in my belly next to the Clonidine and water?

Did you know you were the vulture?

Or is all you remember the tiny stain of pink that was all that remained of my memory?

Do you shudder at my smell, at the faint remembrances of when I was around, causing you so much trouble that you had to bite at my throat and tear the sinew apart?

Am I bones or am I alive to you?

I am a skunk, not a rabbit. Not a wolf. I am a skunk. A creature to be declared a triumphant kill and to poked at with the stick long after my skin and fur has rotted.

I am the thing that you would know blind, in silence. And that you only hope goes away.

In the summer sun I am the odor that lingers for the memory of a desperate little rodent just trying to make it to other side.

I cannot be anything more.

I quite like skunks. They're just trying to live too.

[pixxyoffice]

[broomsticks]

there are so many of us in this industry who have been scratching at the walls saying shit like this, about how so much data is a self fulfilling prophecy, about how things are stacked against media featuring marginalized identities. this is the prime example

[moeblob]

Matheo giving up knowing that the chemist will just follow him wherever for whatever reason.

(I watched a gif for "no" in ASL and I apologize if I drew it wrong I don't know how I would draw a gesture in still art so uh.... please be lenient ?? I tried)

[adhd-merlin]

do you think Merlin told Hunith about Balinor's death? I suppose news about the death of the last dragonlord might have reached Ealdor eventually, or Gaius told her himself (more likely) but do you think Merlin personally told her, and that he knew Balinor was his father? I'm only asking for reasons