#cant live without it)

[gorse-bush]

I don't like the ship of Miles x Margo just for the simple reason that I've been fucking OBSESSED with GhostFlower since the first movie. Like I don't care if people ship it and all but if by some power of God it becomes canon I will rip out my hair and sob because I love GhostFlower so much

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Unhinged Feral Boyfriends

The whole Batfam is under the assumption that Damian is the feral child. The assassin, the wild one, the demon brat that bites and stabs. Jason usually takes the second place, what with guns, heads in the duffelbag, and being a crime lord.

But Tim? Come on, even Duke is more feral than him. Tim is a nerd, and he keeps to his own devices most of the time, and, sure, sometimes he is plenty unhinged. But he's okay. Seventh place on the unofficial List of Feral Bats.

He's got a boyfriend lately, have you heard? Tim hadn't brought him to the manor for dinner yet, but each and every Bat and Bird have already seen the guy - in person or through the surveillance cameras or background checks, doesn't matter. Either way, Daniel Fenton is quite literally a ray of sunshine.

They look very cute together.

That is, until one day, they witness Danny and Tim rip Joker's ribcage out of his chest.

Nothing could have prepared them for it. It was just another patrol, just another night of fighting crime, nothing out of the ordinary. Sure, Joker was on the loose, but so far, no one has tracked the Clown down or seen any of his goons.

But then, Red Robin's tracker went offline. The Bats started searching for him immediately - his last recorded location, his trackers, his route, everything. But when they managed to find him...

Well.

They didn't only find him in that warehouse.

They found Joker, choking on the ground and clawing at his own neck, like trying to force some air inside his lungs. Over him, Danny was squatting on the ground, his eyes thoughtful and not worried in the slightest, tapping on his chin. And, just a step behind him, Red Robin is holding a fucking ribcage in his hands, studying it with calm curiosity.

"Should we put it back now?" Tim asks, relaxed and easy, like they are speaking about whether they should or should not get another box of cereal in a store.

Danny shrugs, "I mean, if you want to. It's not like he's gonna die in the next ten or so minutes, you've got time."

And then, as Batman makes the slightest of noises, Danny's head snaps to him, and the boy smiles, cheerful and bright. Like the ray of sunshine he is.

"Hi, Bats!" Then he blinks and looks down to Joker, who is already frothing at the mouth, "Oh, don't worry about him, he won't die. Red's just putting a tracker in his manibrium."

"I figured it'd be easier to find him next time if he can't get the tracker out," Tim nods, unbothered, as he is tinkering with the ribcage in his hands before passing it back to Danny, "Okay, done. Put it back."

Danny takes the ribcage and presses it to Joker's chest. And, before they know it, the bones sink inside the man, like a hand in a bowl of sand.

Danny wipes his hands on his jeans and stands. Tim smiles at the Bats, none of whom know what to say and where to start.

The next day, Joker is back at Arkham with a tracker in his sternum, Danny is invited to dinner in the manor, and Tim takes the first place of the Feral List, with a note 'never leave unattended when Danny is nearby'.

[fairsweetlonging]

svsss body swap au where shen qingqiu and liu qingge swap bodies, and while shen qingqiu (either yuan or jiu could work!) is having the time of his life with the full power of the bai zhan war god, liu qingge is having a very rude awakening on how much chronic illnesses suck and how much pain and discomfort sqq is in every single day.

liu qingge finds out how awful without-a-cure is, it's blocking his cultivation and leaving him helpless, and it hurts, too, a constant ache that lingers in the back of his mind. it takes mu qingfang calling him out on his behavior to realize that he's been lashing out at others out of his own discomfort and frustration. the only relief he gets is the cleansing of his meridians, but to take all those brews every day and be dependant on his martial siblings for his base health is really frustrating, because he can't do so many things he used to be able to do without second thought.

meanwhile, shen qingqiu arm-wrestled every peak lord and won, cleaved a mountain in half, ran a marathon for fun, and approached every dangerous animal he could find to study them because his strength and reflexes get him out of tricky situations every time.

shen qingqiu: i just ran eighty miles and im not even sweating !!

liu qingge: i tried to circulate my qi and now i have a horrible migraine

eventually they switch back; liu qingge is very relieved, glad to be himself again. shen qingqiu is keeping up a brave face, but the constant discomfort feels a little worse now he knows what it's like to live without it.

[fee-phy-fo-fum]

A primrose. A four-petaled flower said to symbolise youth and young love. Giving it to someone sends a message saying "I cannot live without you".

replaying isat to appreciate some conversations id previously overlooked because theres so many little things here and there to appreciate. this was one of them.

(made minor edits to make euphrasie glitchy + clean up mira's hair)

on four petaled flowers:

[suntails]

small world

[valeriannnn]

weakest link

[esperfraud]

When John keeps gaslighting himself into believing that he became attached to humanity because of a random nurse and not because of Arthur

[wu-does-art]

dumb sf au idea where everything is the same except the gang all knew eachother since they were kids not pictured: todd observing the affects eating a bug has on sal. also bonus salvis i found in my files:

[nyxofdemons]

i'm literally still not over the duet btw and i will never be over the duet, like i cannot tell you how absolutely SHOCKED i was when blitz started singing. the full moon duet had been REALLY built up by the time it happened, but i feel like i was totally blindsighted with this one. blitz softly started "what have you done?" and i nearly fell out of my chair

[chippuyon]

finished some old sketches from when i was going through ai1 !

[twistpixel]

this one gif of dick from titans that could be on any crashing out moodboard

[honey-bird10]

just two business partners doing business partner things as per usual

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

living space

context

[spispispispi]

“that doesnt even look like pure vanilla!!!” and who are you? the police questioning me on what happened in 1993? shush let me play with my cookies

[orpheuslament]

murder-suicide can be a happy ending. if youre deranged enough

[samnarc]

Dean is starting to have nights in the motel where he finds himself standing above Sam's sleeping figure. The darkness of the room was hard to see his baby through, but he can't turn the lamp on — he can't risk Sam waking up.

He can't explain why he does it. He just misses Sam. He misses when Sam would climb into the motel bed with him, when Sam's baby legs would intertwine with his own, the days when Sam wasn't so stressed with school and their father.

Tonight was a different kind of longing, he missed the warmth his growing brother gave him. He could practically feel Sam's sticky kid hands grasping onto his shirt as he slept with drool slipping from his lips, Dean wiping it away with a small, fond smile.

He needed to feel that familiar feeling. So, he took the initiative. He got into the bed, careful to not wake Sam with the dipping in the bed, or possibly moving too fast. Dean doesn't need Sam to freak out, but he couldn't care less right now.

He scooted as close as he could to Sam, lying down with him, his strong arms bringing his baby brother closer, Sam's familiar shampoo scent wafting into his nose.

When they woke up, there was no words spoken about it. However, Sam snuck glances at Dean throughout the day.

Later at night, Dean didn't climb into Sam's bed again. He felt guilty. He was going to sleep normally, by himself.

After ten minutes of the brothers trying to sleep, Dean heard Sam's quiet shuffles from a foot away, and then the bed dipped. Sam was coming to Dean, was coming back to his big brother.

Dean watched as Sam curled himself into Dean's arms like he's seven again. They didn't say a word, there was no need to. They were longing for the same thing, and they both knew that they didn't need to talk about it. A lot of things between them stay inside their minds.