#can i not catch one fucking break

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

a tweeter (2022?) - frank c

"i suck men liberal and conservative men get suck. i got married to hot men so easily"

submitted by @lavendersalve

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

LOOK AT THE BOI!!!! THEY JUST ANNOUNCED IT!!!

I KNOWWWWWWW HE'S SO CUTE I NEED HIM IN MY HOUSE. BITING HIM BITING HIM BITING HIM

[choiliner]

"from a moa's pov it's really exciting" poor dude just wants to get some rest

[oozeandgoo-art]

had an odd dream that i was reading a comic book. sketched a couple of the pages i could remember.

[nostalgia-tblr]

It's time for me to admit something.

I am still a bit confused about how back in the beginning of the Loki series Mobius is introduced to us as "special[ising] in the pursuit of dangerous Variants." But like. That doesn't seem to be a thing that the TVA really... do? They mostly seem to spot nexus events and pop to the new branch and prune it, bringing back the person who caused that nexus event to give them a show-trial and then prune them too.

There's no reason they can't do more than one thing, but what exactly are "dangerous variants"? From the TVA perspective they're all equally troublesome, and they'll be picked up as soon as they do something 'wrong', and the TVA/HWR don't actually care about the moral value or otherwise of that 'wrong' thing. Have I got that right?

They're chasing Sylvie but a) she's targeting the TVA themselves and b) she's got a means to travel from one timeline to another, which she got from the TVA and unless those get stolen a lot..

I'm willing to just roll with it anyway if it doesn't really fit but what am I missing here? EXPLAIN. (pls?)

[ectonurites]

SUPER DARK TIMES (2017) DIR. KEVIN PHILLIPS

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

imagine going to fucking hell in a complete other dimension from that which you're native to and lived your entire life in. after being convinced to do so by a shadowy demonic recreation of a famous actor you just saw dead in the news. JUST to escape from critics.

and then you get there and there's still critics.

[angelic-ish-phantom]

Dannymay26

Overcome

Danny learns fast that his core has an idea of what his body is supposed to look like.

And because of this, Danny also learns that he doesn’t have to worry about any injuries he sustains while fighting ghosts. So long as it isn’t life threatening, so long as he can tough it out, it will heal, and it will be fine.

His core will rend flesh back into the state his body took before the accident. It’s like pulling back time; he regenerates it all. So long as he’s still alive, he can fix himself, so why not take a bullet for Amity. Why not take this bullet, and the next, and every wound after.

A little pain is nothing in the face Amity’s safety. So many people are at risk of being hurt every day, injury that won’t just sew itself back together, without even the barest scar for evidence.

If Danny breaks his arms, that’s one person that won’t have their own stuck in casts for weeks. If Danny breaks his arms, given a day or two, his core has worked it’s magic and it basically didn’t happen.

(He doesn’t think of the snapping sound as bones crunch and muscles tear. He doesn’t think of his own voice screaming in his ears, as he’s unable to silence it. He doesn’t think of pain beyond explanation, because it’s fine. It will be fine. He just has to endure and he’ll be better. He’ll always get better. He just has to live and everybody else can too!)

There’s no permanent damage. Its like it didn’t happen. It doesn’t matter.

oOo

“Oh my God.” Tucker said. “Oh my God.”

Sam hovered over Danny as he hyperventilated, holding his shaking hands down so he didn’t try to touch his eyes again.

(His eyes. his eyes. His fucking eyes are gone. She’d ripped them out, what the fuck.)

“What do we do?” Tucker asked sounding even more panicked, “Gods, his eyes, Sam. What are we supposed to-“

“We just have to wait and it’ll heal!” Sam snapped, as if she had any idea what she was doing. As if she wasn’t just as horrified, because one of them had to keep it together. She could curl up and scream later, right now she needed to be there.

Danny flinched at the sound of yelling, and Sam shouldn’t have looked at his face because now she couldn’t look away from the empty, uneven holes, leaking blood and ectoplasm like a Goddamn fountain.

“Keep your eyes closed, Danny!” She yelled, breaking composure. She wasn’t even sure if that was safe, but less blood loss would surely be bad, even in this situation, wouldn’t it be?

“I’m-“ Danny choked, “I’ll be fine.” He said ignoring her instructions and attempting to pull his hands out of hers.

“What have your- has this happened before?” Sam asked, holding onto him tighter.

“N-no. But my injuries heal. They- they always do. This will too.” He sounded so pained.

“You don’t know that.” Tucker nearly wailed, “What if your- your eyes do heal, and you’re-“ Tucker thankfully managed to cut himself off, but now Sam was thinking of the possibility. What if this did blind Danny? What would they do? How would they explain it away?

She shook her head. One terrible thing at a time. “Tucker get me a towel.” She ordered.

It seemed he was thankful for the reason to be away from all this even for a moment, because he bounded away immediately. Sam knew that he wouldn’t just leave no matter how bad it got. Even if this was a lot for him, he’d stay for Danny, same as she would.

He came back with two towels, having wet one of them, helpfully. As he handed them to her, Sam caught his eyes spasming over Danny’s face.

It was fair, he looked fucking horrifying right now. His blood-streak tears were something out of a horror movie, and as Sam wiped down his face and eye-holes, she wanted only to turn away from that nothing-stare and cry.

She stopped, dropping the towel, as Danny let out a pained howl. She resolved to burn the blood soaked cloths, as Danny yanked his hands back and over where his eyes should be.

Sam was so glad her parents were out, because there was no way they’d be able to hide the sound of Danny’s choked yelling as he started to heal.

Sam felt like she might be sick; they couldn’t see his eyes fixing themselves, but the sound echoed through her room. It was like someone was popping wet bubble wrap, a broken up swelling sound she couldn’t ignore.

Evidently, that was Tucker’s straw, because he bent over her dustbin, retching. He’d definitely grown a tolerance to injury since the started “ghost hunting”, but Tucker was still definitely the most squeamish of all of them. She didn’t blame him for it, but the sound of him throwing up alongside whatever the fuck Danny’s eyes were doing was going to drive her to insane.

Soon, all that was left was the sound of Danny gagging as he tried to breathe. His hands dropped, bloody, but his eyes looked as blue as they ever been. Danny blinked as he calmed down eyes dragging across the room. It was a safe bet that he could see, and Sam really didn’t want to ask so she let it be.

“I’ll go get you some water.” Tucker said with a cough, before leaving to do so.

Danny murmured thanks as he slumped against Sam. “…I really hate Spectra.”

Sam held back a hysterical laugh, only nodding as she held him, masking her shaking with his own as she tried not to break.

oOo

Jazz didn’t know what to do. Nothing could have ever prepared her for one of her brother’s friends dragging an unconscious Danny into the house with one less arm.

She needed to call someone. Her parents, an ambulance. Screw Danny’s secret, his arm was gone!

“It’ll grow back.” Sam said tiredly. “All we have to do is wait.”

And Jazz hated the idea that they had done this before. That Danny might have regrown entire limbs with only his friends to notice what he’d gone through. Jazz cursed herself for not butting in sooner, but at the same time what could she have done. She was helping Danny now and she hadn’t been able to stop this.

She wondered how it happened, and immediately stopped, because if she kept thinking about it that vividly she was going to be sick.

She ran a hand through Danny hair as he grit out pained sounds, screeched and yelped, as the flesh and bone built up from his bleeding stub.

For the first time, Jazz couldn’t complain that the basement was soundproofed. Although this was a prime example of why it shouldn’t have been. Their parents couldn’t hear if one of them needed help or was hurt. Or was growing back their entire arm, what the Hell-

Jazz kept her body relaxed, murmured soft comfort, watching in morbid fascination as Danny’s muscles stretched and twisted over each other, as Danny’s bones built up a horrific baseline.

Sam was still in the room, breathing shaking as she leaned against the wall, eyes closed. She didn’t seem to be ignoring what was happening but she was definitely distancing herself from the moment. Jazz wondered how many times she had filled this roll of support, if she had had to watch flesh rend and bones snap as Danny lay in her arms.

It wasn’t fair. They were kids. They shouldn’t have to be the ones to do this.

Then, if the world were fair, Danny wouldn’t be dead in the first place.

So Jazz, stayed there, until Danny’s arm was back with off-shade skin, and his breathing had evened.

Stayed until Danny was awake and gasping and clinging to her the way he had when he’d scraped his knees when he was ten.

oOo

Tucker tried.

He tried, but he hated this so much. But then, he supposed this wasn’t about him.

Tucker pushed his blanket down on Danny’s wound as Danny hissed, doing his best to staunch the bleeding.

When was he going to start healing? When did his ghost powers think he was dying enough to start working? This was such bullshit.

He didn’t even noticed when Sam came in, vision tunneling.

“What the fuck happened?” She’d screamed as quietly as she could.

Heck if he knew. Danny had crashed into his room apologizing that he’d been closest, as though Tucker’s hemophobia was at all his fault.

“I got impaled.” Danny informed, cheerfully through a gasp as though there was anything funny about this. Tucker just kept pressing the blanket down; Gods, he was gonna have to wash this-

Sam gave Danny an unimpressed look, shutting the door and dropping herself at Danny’s side.

“Do you need anything?” She asked and Tucker tried to comprehend the meaning behind her words, but the initial shock of her being there had worn off and she was fading into the background.

“Tucker’s had it handled, b-but…”

“Right.”

And then Tucker’s hands were being gently pulled off of Danny. His head snapped up and his eyes met Sam’s.

“Take a break, Tuck. I’ve got it from here.” She reassured, putting pressure back on Danny wound, making his breath hitch.

Tucker didn’t know what he was taking a break from. All he’d done was press a blanket over the hole in Danny’s stomach. Danny’s the one who got a freaking hole punched through him! He was being overdramatic.

Regardless of that, Tucker nodded, slowly shambling to the bathroom, unable to focus on anything except the blood on his hands.

If Danny wasn’t still bleeding out in the other room, he might have stayed there longer, letting water run over his stained hands, but Danny was his friend. Even if Tucker wasn’t especially helpful when this stuff happened he still wanted to be there for him.

So he did his best to ignore the itch in his hands. Tried to focus on Danny’s face, holding his hand as his torso knitted itself back together. Helped him stay upright as his breathing steadied. And hoped to all Hell that this wouldn’t happen again.

(He knew it would.)

oOo

He couldn’t see. He could barely breathe.

For an agonizing while, all Danny knew was a seething pain on every inch of his skin, that would spike with the barest movements. It was so much that he almost couldn’t process it, but he still could and it hurt.

All he could do was lie as still as was possible and pray that he would just pass out.

He couldn’t even be tired; he was too overwhelmed. He wondered if he was screaming. He wondered if he was crying.

Then, he wondered if he was having a nightmare, because even if dreams didn’t feel so vivid as this, the way hands pressed into his burnt-bloody skin and made the pain impossibly worse. It hurt too much to be real, and all Danny could do was endure as he was pulled along and readjusted.

Time stretched on and the only thing Danny had to ground him in that whirlwind of paralyzing agony was the feel of his own skin peeling away against well-meaning hands like too-wet dough.

Eventually, thankfully, his skin began to blister and twist and stretch. Danny panted and wheezed as his healing factor began overworking itself. Muscles began to shift and swell and Danny could actually hear himself, could hear someone else, “God, your going to be okay. Just hang in there.” Sam(?) murmured in his ears.

It hurt so much, but he just had to endure. He just had to keep going.

But it hurt. It hurt. It hurt so much, please he just wanted it to stop-

Danny almost screamed, but someone was there clamping a quivering hand over his mouth, shakily shushing him.

“Shit.” Sam muttered sounding downright nauseous, and Danny wanted so badly to comfort her. Instead, he writhed for some long minutes as his crisp-blackened eyes blew up like flesh balloons inside his head.

He opened his eyes, blurry and wet, to see Sam and Tucker at his side. He tried to raise an arm, pushing through the throbbing sensation. As he reached to move Tucker’s hand, still gently clamped over his mouth, he caught sight of the fresh skin that covered every inch of him, pink like a newborn’s.

His hand landed on Tucker’s wrist, unable to flex far enough to wrap around it. Immediately the hand snapped back and Danny let out an sobbing, keening sound at the way his skin peeled with it.

“I can’t- I’m going to be sick.” Tucker said and then that blob in his vision was backed up against the wall, breathing deeply.

Danny wished they never had to see him like this. Wished that he couldn’t just tough it out on his own, but a selfish part of him never wanted them to stop, even if they could only be there.

He felt hair push from his regrown scalp in horribly itchy chunks, and felt his throat contract around nothing a few times, before he finally spit up bile and dead cells.

Danny rolled off his side, stumbling to his knees as he coughed and choked.

Eventually, all that was left were his heaving breathes in the silence of the—his—room.

A hand touched his shoulder and he couldn’t stop himself from flinching. Sam pulled back as though she’d been bit.

Danny offered her a shaky smile, “Sorry about that. I’m good, I just… need a minute.” He reassured, trying not to rasp.

Sam gave him a harsh look, “Danny you got electrocuted!” She whisper-shouted, voice tight with unshed tears.

Danny felt something heavy in his head, felt like he himself was about to break down crying and never stop. But he kept his breathing steady and held those feelings away. If he didn’t think about it, it was like it never happened.

“But I’m fine now, honest. I’m all healed up!” He tried to say the words with cheer or at least nonchalance, but it all sounded so artificial. It was true though; he felt a little raw, but he was fully healed up. Surely they could see that. They would realize it too.

(They never did. That’s why he loved them.)

“No you’re not.” Tucker said, sounding vaguely sick. Despite still being shaken, his friend moved to his side, wrapping him in a hug. His skin was sensitive, but as his walls crumbled he couldn’t bring himself to care, melting into the embrace. Sam joined and Danny found himself relaxing further, tears falling as he returned the hug.

It had hurt. It had hurt so much, but it was over now. For now.

Danny could pretend the the nightmares wouldn’t come, could pretend that it didn’t happen, that it didn’t matter. Because his friends were here. He was healed. And for now, he really was fine, because with them by his side, he could overcome any injury.

[cuz-reasons]

What if I exploded? What then?

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[maegalkarven]

"And I'm the monster who will save you all." is the thing Levi says to Duke Ravengard in response to the man's rightful distrust of a former chosen of Bhaal.

And it's a direct parallel to Gortash's "And I am the hero who will save it."

Unlike Enver, Levi never sought the role of the hero. He is very content in his role of a monster, an abomination of twisting body parts and raw anger and violence.

He is someone who shifts (through painful transmutation not unlike polymorph, but more crude, violent and allowing him to literally break his body into new shapes and forms.)

Levis is someone who, upon recollecting some of his memories, snaps and breaks his own arms (esp the right one) into clawed, sharp, deadly mess, whose jaw shifts into inhuman shape as he gets agitated, who literally makes his body break his bones and reforge them. He grows something akin to wings what looks like bare bones wrapped in moss and grass, leaves, thorns and vines. And the worst part is these wings WORK.

He is a child of god he denied and the monster said god created. Bhaal did not undo him by discarding, Jergal did not make him someone else by ressurecting.

At the end of the day a monster stays a monster. And it's this monster who saves Baldurs Gate when the heroes have failed.

[just-aro]

me: a loveless aro

me: introduced to the End Poem of minecraft for the first time literally this week

me: and the universe said i love you because you are love *starts sobbing*

[ingwion]

god just keeps kicking me when im down huh

[twistedappletree]

working extra this week and i’m 99.99999% i’m getting some sort of cold ajdhajhdAKDHAJD

[aberooski]

I'm seriously hanging on by a thread right now I might just go drop dead 😭

[muchadoaboutstartrek]

Spoilers for SNW finale

Looks like we're gonna start next season of SNW with Una in captivity, again.