#brain refuses

[bisexual-ashe]

noone:

me today: procrastinates getting up, procrastinates taking a shower, procrastinates changing bed sheets, procrastinates making tea-

[captain-flint]

x

[cemeterything]

trying to teach myself emotional regulation after a lifetime of being taught (mostly through violence) that the only mature way to handle my emotions is to not feel them at all is i'll admit a little hysterical. every day i have to hold my own hand and go now are you going to be a big boy and acknowledge your feelings? it's okay if you don't acknowledge all of them but i need you to at least try alright? if you finish acknowledging your feelings we can go out for ice cream shakes later, how does that sound?

[zillychu]

Consider for a moment: A slow-burn identity reveal “no one knows” AU with an emphasis on ghosts being taken seriously as an actual, world-changing threat.

Ghosts are treated as an exceedingly dangerous, but unavoidable force of nature. They can come and go without warning, through naturally occurring spontaneous portals. They're territorial, driven only by obsession and hunger for the living. Particularly powerful ghosts are on par with natural disasters.

Life goes on because there's simply no other option. All major buildings have varying levels of ghost shields, some stronger than others. Just about everyone has some form of personal shield, weapon, or general deterrent. For the most part, humanity takes this apocalypse in stride, barely keeping it all together because there's just enough safety to keep them all sane.

Which is why the rumors of Phantom being able to fully mimic a human body incites panic in Amity.

Phantom was already a nightmare as it was–one of the most powerful and intelligent ghosts on record. His territorial fights with other ghosts for haunting (hunting) grounds in Amity have made global news several times already. Powerful ghosts could appear more human–but to think he was transforming down to a cellular level? Hiding among them? Bypassing ghost shields and alarms? Picking them off one by one?

The focus is mostly with Lancer's class, and how the school deals with this new threat on top of everything else. Everyone is a suspect, no one is safe, and Danny Fenton in particular gets slowly more and more exhausted, apathetic, and… unnerving.

The stress, the lack of sleep, the fighting, no one to turn to, not even his best friends or family–it takes a toll on him. Starving himself doesn't help, but he refuses to do more than take small bites from the ambient life energy and emotion of the living around him. Nothing that won't actually do lasting harm. He begins to slip up more and more, which Sam and Tucker begin to notice but haven't quite connected the dots yet.

But, well. What else can Danny do when Pariah Dark comes knocking on Amity’s doorstep, and his whole class is in the line of fire?

[taxed-up-trotter]

Guys I don’t think he got the memo

[zipsunz]

sunny route speedrun 🏃‍♂️💨

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID in alt text, transcripts for comics also found there!]

🎉🎇HAPPY NEW YEAR!🎇🎉

Sure was a year...This is just me taking the end of year opportunity to post the various DC comics doodles that have been gathering dust in my files! Disclaimer that I'm a heathen who mostly reads batfam comics (and also a lot of. Sidekick-y stuff? Like YJ98) and these are all for fun! (Image #3 is a direct adaptation of this text post I made)

[sneez]

family portrait :D young sam and sybil are behaving themselves and vimes is throwing a hissy fit because they tried to make him wear the helmet

[id: a digital painting of three people sitting for a portrait in a domestic interior. young sam is standing with his hands behind his back and beaming proudly. vimes is standing behind him with his hand on his shoulder, wearing a shiny military uniform and a surly expression. sybil is sitting on the right with an arm around young sam, smiling at the viewer. a plumed helmet is sitting on a table on the left. end id.]

[reegis]

Listen. I am obsessed w brian and nastya being friends, to the point i went into a fugue state and wrote 40k in three months back in 2020 about them being friends. If you have any extra time or energy, do you have any doodles of them being buddies?

besties tell besties when theyr about to yeet themselves into the void 💖

[obsob]

sending emails but sniffling and whimpering after typing each word

[tomatoart]

dont ever call the sus guy at 3am...

[chalkrub]

new guy, he's an artist. and a merderer

[deeversuswords]

‧˚₊ Your fault

pairing: bakugou katsuki/gn!reader summary: Katsuki and his attempt at proposing. word count: ~200 words contains: fluff • ao3 link

When Katsuki decides to propose to you, he wants it grand and memorable—particularly memorable. His guarantee, in case you were no longer his and some loser wanted to marry you. He needs you to remember him, to hesitate because of him. He’s selfish and knows it, but what can he do? It takes months to prepare for it. Months that turn out to be a challenge, one he’s prepared for. He’s picky and his standards have no concept of the sky being the limit. Between work and you, Katsuki searches and learns and, eventually, puts his plan into action. But, as the big day approaches, it all backfires. And it’s all your fault. If you had more restraint and stopped making his heart do all these crazy things that leave him stupid and overwhelmed, maybe then, he wouldn’t be on one knee in the middle of your shared bedroom with the sunlight warming his bare back at seven in the morning. Maybe then, he wouldn’t reach for your hand to bring it to his lips to press a loving kiss on your ring finger. Maybe then, he wouldn’t give you a look that betrays how deep his love runs before his voice, hoarse with sleep, says. “Just marry me already.”

[fu-cough]

you should find another guiding light, guiding light, but i shine so bright~ // adrien agreste doodle

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

He has simultaneously ruined and fixed my psyche somehow

[ventique18]

🐉 x 🌸♀️

🌸: "This is the worst day this week. My appetite's completely fucked up."

🐉: "You even threw up your breakfast earlier. Do try to eat even an oatmeal with fruit bits."

🌸: "I don't know... I feel completely lethargic and lowkey irritable. I don't have the energy to eat. Just sitting up makes me nauseous... I just want to sleep."

🐉: "A sudden change in appetite, nausea, mood swings, tiredness... I feel like I've seen these symptoms before..."

🐉, gasping at the realization: "Could it be..!"

🌸: "Don't worry, it's just my period."

🐉: "... You're currently bleeding?"

🌸: "Yeah, so you can sleep comfortably this time too, haha."

🐉: "..."

He closes his eyes, inhales, and breathes out a heavy, audible, obviously despondent sigh.

🌸: "Why... why do you look so upset. Shouldn't you be relieved."

Another long sigh.

🐉: "My ancestors must be disappointed in me. I failed this time, yet again."

🌸: "Why."

🌸, for a moment, forgot that he's not like the other guys.