#damn kermit

[vampirecatprince]

T4T Coded Het Ships My Beloved

[lavenderjewels]

[ID: One gif of teen Gojo walking with his arm flailing and drinking soda. Two cropped panels of Gojo, one with Gojo smiling wide and one with teen gojo making a simple Pac-Man mouth. One photo of Kermit the Frog with his hands to his head. End ID.]

hi welcome to my gojo-is-a-muppet mood board

[ziggys-squigglies]

I am cringe but I am free

[harpoonsnotspoons]

Me when I go on the Bro Strider tag and see muppet sex:

[christinered]

It doesn't seem to matter how good hearted you are..

You're just gonna get fucked over every now and then. It's unavoidable.

Damn shame that being a good person doesn't count for much anymore.

Poor Kermit Bending over to take it now and get it over with.

Poor Frog.

~Red

[the-dragon-invasion-is-near]

Every now and then i think about the songs that the broadway production of Jekyll & Hyde changed/removed and i get Strong Feelings (tm) about "Bring on the men" and "The world has gone insane"

[fleecy-fawkes91]

Anybody else fucking white knuckle it through the rest of the year just to make it to December when you can watch A Muppet Christmas Carol and experience some god damn child like whimsy and wonder and all that good stuff?

[jessicatredes]

im not going to keep talking about this but on monday i told medical staff i wanted to axe myself and at first they told me i had morbid curiosity and that i needed to wait for my appointment at the end of the month and like. what. is that not absolutely insane.

[wyrddogs]

Zaku's little brain is continuing to mature and he is using it to test boundaries and rules.

This week he is experimenting with being redirected off an illegal activity, accepting the cookie/toy, and then returning to the illegal activity when my back is turned.

Unfortunately for him, Kermit was a lot more sneaky, clever, and determined about it, so it has yet to work out for him.

[widowshill]

while we're on the subject. do you think vic ever saw tsom in theatres.

[adhdphilosopher]

christ alive im tired of symptoms disorder

[exghul]

*randomly waits until he's home and sits in his bedroom with the lights off because she's mad he hasn't sent her any art recently.

these early days, he will one day realize, are the hardest of them all. these are the days where his hand is unguided by surety, these are the days that he sizes up his father with distrustful eyes & a swallowed sneer.

these days, he sizes up his own mother with the same distrust --- if she were to keep a good man from him, why? these are the days where she offers pretty words & a kiss to his forehead rather than an honest answer. she looks at him with such kindness, such gentle love. her eyes regard him as if he alone hung the sun in the sky & turned its dial to the evening to mark the passage of time.

that kindness corrodes against his faith now, leaving more questions in her wake than ever the answers she offered.

the door swings open on silent hinges, freshly bloody fingers leaving careless streaks down the wood. the butler will clean it later.

in that same kindness, she now perches at the edge of his bed. the warm light of the hall spills into the dark space, curling around the warrior woman in all her grace. her posture reeks of self-righteousness.

his nose wrinkles & that streak of blood falls free of the hardwood as damian moves further into his room. no pain flickers up his arm, this blood was never his.

but he does not acknowledge it, instead tilts his chin towards the easel propped against his locked balcony doors but she has less interest in the swirling fountain of colors on the thick canvas. she will fawn, she will dote -- in her way. nimble fingers comb through his hair, confirming no head injuries before those same cold fingers slide against his cheeks. then a kiss to his forehead & the boy cannot help the tug of a smile against his lips.

this is how we could stay forever, he decides in the moment, we could go home & never look back. mother & son, bathed in the manor's years of fracturing light as it dances from one reflective surface to another, lock eyes. she looks at him with that sweetness, that gentleness only a mother might offer as she asks after his health.

and there it is again, that bubbling unexplained frustration stains his tongue & he drops her gaze. the moment of forever encapsulated is gone, replaced with the reality that he stands in a bedroom given to him by a father that did not know of his existence, held by the mother that sent him to the billionaire's doorstep without so much as an explanation.

he had thought they were better than that, that she & damian would never have the one-sided darkened relationship that talia weathers with her own father. she PROMISED him honesty, had PROMISED that she would protect him from the cruel world past the borders of nanda parbat. she fucking PROMISED she would never abandon him.

then his twelfth birthday crested the dawn, his sword at her neck. that day ruined everything they had built, that day brought him into a world unknown and the only anchor the child had ever known left his side.

he can name that bitter taste in his mouth now, as he stares wordlessly up at her. that taste is betrayal.

the crinkle in his nasal bridge increases to a scowl as the thoughts shuffle into clear view. still, she looks at him with such unguarded eyes. how can she show such softness as if she did not uproot his entire life without more than a rushed apology?

a single finger lifts to address the canvas once more with its dazzling minutiae of stars. a painting from memory, to remind him of how the familiar sky looked without the suffocating smog of gotham city.

❝ that one --- is for you. ❞ she will leave soon, after collecting the bounty & a few teasing words to his father -- wherever he might be in the manor, talia will find him.

damian's eyes turn downcast. she should just leave without acknowledging him, for how little she must sincerely care.

lips press to his forehead again. she whispers words of encouragement & love against the wisps of coal black hair that sweep his cranium, the closest to a prayer the great talia al ghūl might get.

if he were childish, if he had the range of human emotion of a toddler, he might weep right here. he pulls away.

silent as the night winds that bow to her step, talia is gone when he finally lifts his gaze again. good, now his self-inflicted pity party can begin.

he crosses the threshold back towards the door, shoves it closed with too loud a slam & slides the singular lock into place. then the traps are placed, tight wires meant to rouse him from sleep at the first sign of disruption. room now secure, the boy walks to his easel & picks up the thickest of brushes. he squishes it between his fingers, the blood of gotham strangers mixing with the damp brush fresh from use hours prior. he tilts his head, listening for his mother's soft tinkling laughter.

only the silence & the faint ring of his eardrums greet him. @pitborn !

[apollos-constant-crisis]

Why can’t I just be a muppet, why must I suffer every day in my flesh prison when I could exist in a world of felt and comfort. Why can I not spend my days pursuing wacky hijinks, after which hilarity ensues?

Why has god forsaken me?

[dogs-wearing-tuxedos]

gacha games may be absolutely disgusting, predatory and generally terrible,. but

look at him

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

Marius is always so soft and sweet despite being a teasing little shit and he's always showing his vulnerabilities with Rosa and I just... man I'm so soft for this artistic great dane of a guy 🥲🤲🏻

[casiavium]

I love the song O Children by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds and yes I know it from Deathly Hallows part one but outside of that it's such a good song. It's about bittersweet death and Orpheus and Eurydice and the song just. Songs so good

And I WILL fight any self righteous ex Harry Potter fan that tries to pull some SHIT that it's about the Holocaust (and therefore should not have been used in the movie which I don't care about the artisy agreed to it so. Whatever. He got paid) IT'S FUCKING NOT you DUMB PIECE OF SHIT WITH NO MEDIA LITERACY show me a source that says this that's not some Harry Potter fan's Tumblr post from 2011. Show me it. Show me an interview with the artist. Show me exactly why you think it's about the Holocaust. Oh, trains leading to death? Because Harry Potter is a thinly veiled and pathetic attempt at WWII parallels? (and if we're going by that do you have a deathly hallows tattoo because if you're so 1:1 about this. you do know the deathly hallows is her fucking. symbolic equivalent to you-know-what. Oh that's offensive? YOU DON'T THINK???)

Because HAVE YOU WVER HEARD OF POETIC IMAGERY IN YOUR DAMN LIFE how could you have ever called yourself a Harry Potter fan without the basic ability to understand sometimes things are not LITERAL. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST