#edit after waking up:

[slowestlap]

Off the Beaten Track - Viaplay documentary | Ep. 3/3

[khaopybara]

alley rose by conan gray for @mbjw!

you wrapped your fingers around my neck and pulled me into your desperate breath the way you kissed me hot and fast i knew it'd be the last

(hey juls, i hope you liked it. thank you for trusting me to make this and for encouraging me. you're great!)

[yeyinde]

“When your need grows teeth” is so good I literally bite the pillow like a dog while reading it!!! I need to know more about Ghost and the ‘unlucky person was misfortune enough to unleash the muzzle on that particular dog’.!!!!!

haha i really didn't think people would pay much attention to it, tbh! i like adding little things like this into the stuff i write. a little story within a story, i guess. but i would love to flesh it out, since where it was this undertone of "oh, you..." (sort of cheeky, kinda sly when you looked at the bigger picture) with Price, it would more-so be, "oh, no..." with Ghost.

Price's original convo with Ghost would have been acknowledged as gospel and adopted into Ghost's own scripture for the longest time (since it's my weird little hc that Ghost uses Price as a yardstick for normalcy—or, almost like a needle in his morality compass), and then seeing Price give into those needs was sort of like this big moment that caused that compass to go haywire.

essentially, if Price is a starving dog, then Ghost is one on the verge of death, willing to sink his teeth into anything just to survive. and that's sort of the crux of it. in my head, Ghost would have been unleashed by this, but what took the muzzle off is his own MC, who thinks they're taking in this sick, old dog from off the streets, and helping it as much as they can, only to wake up and realise this dog is rabid. and it already bit them. but what really caused this poor person such misfortune was that little tossed in line by Price when he's volleying with Laswell about his status. Or damn near close to it. and that's what sealed their fate lmao. the implication that this baby is somehow more permanent than a ring.

idk! i like the idea of someone sweet, if a little naïve, being bit by him, a man who wakes up most days thinking he's still buried in a grave. or what happens when a living corpse feels heat for the first time in ages after being given a bed and a warm body with a soft touch. quite catastrophic, imo.

[bonicexehog]

Can.. can I ask for some Shadilver content? 🥺 (Shadow x Silver)

[fudgecake-charlie]

[allmyandroids]

Raymond Reddington

Season 5 Episode 8 - Ian Garvey

[overthattwilight]

Piece of my World and the full lyrics I hear

Okay, so the digital album is up on some sites. I managed to listen to the full version through VPN, and hear are the lyrics I hear

First I'll be writing in hiragana and the romaji, then some Japanese what I believe it is(through the auto correct of the Japanese keybord)

Please keep in mind the lyrics might be incorrect, like, 50%. You might only want to see the hiragana ones(though this is also 20% incorrect, I guess)

Starting from verse 2, since everyone knows verse 1 already

Note 1: Edit has been made(fixing Japanese words and romaji, additional lyrics heard clear in nrc tribe ver.). Thank you @littlelionears for pointing out

Note 2: More edit in the Japanese words has been made. Credit to @littlelionears for the lyrics

とけいのはりがすべりだす(tokeino hariga suberidasu)

時計の針が滑り出す

さあもっとあげて(saa motto agete)

さあ、もっと上げて

はやるくつおとはじけるこどう(hayaru kutsuoto hajikeru kodou)

逸る靴音、弾ける鼓動

ほらだれよりもまえへ(hora dareyorimo maee)

ほら、誰よりも前へ

えがいていたぼくのかたち(egaiteita bokuno katachi)

描いていた僕にカタチ

いびつさもきにいtてのに(ibitsusamo kiniittenoni)

歪さも気に入ってるのに

ねじれたせかいでうたおう(nejireta sekaide utaou)

ねじれた世界で歌おう

ざわめくむねのねつはほんとうさ(zawameku muneno netsuwa hontousa)

ざわめく胸の熱は真実さ

しらけちゃうじょしきやぶりすてていんじゃない(Shirakechau jyoushiki yaburi sutete injyanai)

シラけちゃうジョーシキ破り捨てていいんじゃない？

すりるはぼくらがかがやくぴす(suriruwa bokuraga kagayaku pisu)

スリルは僕らが輝くピース

やみのなかみつけだせるさ(yamino naka mitsukedaserusa)

闇の中見つけ出せるさ

つながるこたえを(tsunagaru kotaewo)

繋がる答えを

(Intrumental)

よながわかつとき(yonaga wakatsutoki)

夜が分かつ時

こえてゆけるだろう(koete yukeru darou)

越えて行けるだろう

(ねじれたせかいがみちびく[nejireta sekaiga michibiku])

(ねじれた世界が導く)

ぼくだけのうんめいがこばめないように(bokudakeno unmeiga kobamenaiyouni)

僕だけの運命が拒めないように

あふれだすまほうのみほしい(afuredasu mahou nomihoshi)

溢れだす魔法飲み干し

いたみといらたちがじゃまをしても(itamito irachiga jyamao shitemo)

痛み苛立ちが邪魔をしても

かまわないよぜんぶてにいれてみせるさ(kamawanaiyo zenbu teniirete miserusa)

問題ないよ、全部手に入れて見せるさ

(The next part is the same chorus part from verse 1, so skip)

のぞいてみてとびらのむこう(nozoitemite tobirano mukou)

覗いてみて扉の向こう

きみのなかへつなぐwonderland(kimino nakahe tsunagu wonderland)

君の中へ繋ぐwonderland

Ah ah, la la la la la la

Yeah-eah-eah-eah

Come on to Wonderland

[scarlettcryptid]

someone's probably already pointed this out already, but shigaraki said the same thing that bakugo said to deku before he was taken by the league:

ch. 82 bakugo: 来んな

ch. 416 shigaraki: 来るなあ

(don't come/stay back/stay away)

[lucidicer]

a guard dog with a death wish / in the center of the ring, i lose

[bigboysteveharrington]

My favourite part of Steve driving Robin everywhere is the fact that he’s been doing it for most of a year before he even finds out she can’t drive

He doesn’t question why she doesn’t get a car. He doesn’t let her bike or walk to school even though Family Video isn’t open yet and he doesn’t need to be up. He doesn’t even wonder about it without saying anything

He’s just like we’re besties, of course we go everywhere together and almost a year later Robin’s like ???? I assumed you knew that was why I need rides??? Why did you never ask if you didn’t know, you absolute dingus???

My second favourite thing is that in season 3, Robin had the conversation about how Steve was such a douche in high school and how he’d always come in late to the class he didn’t even remember them having together and Steve went from that being one of the major negatives about him that made Robin think he was such a self-absorbed asshole and Steve didn’t try to defend it at all, he just mentally went okay, well I’m going to care more about getting Robin to school on time than I ever cared about getting myself there on time

[licoririce]

*cough cough*

*shaking* *trembling*

Miss-Miss M-Ma-Manager

*cough cough cough*

P-Please listen t-to me.

*heavy wheeze*

I-I have been diagnosed with kisses-from-pretty-manager-deficiency syndrome.

*sneeze* *sniffle*

P-Please h-help y-your favourite player.

*cough cough*

J-Just look a-at this:

I-It's real, I-I-I promise.

P-Please, s-save me.

*heavy coughing noises*

hello tumblr user and girlfriend fc member riririnnnn

this prescription looks legit to me ‼️ kiss attack 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

in addition I offer our gfs <33 get well soon

kit designs left to right by @/bueris and @/dontbetricked <33

[gerryrigged]

dicktim - La Beau Au Bois Dormant

idea gripping my tired brain by the throat about Tim being struck by some kind of sleeping beauty poison or spell and falling comatose.

Except the solution is not True Love's Kiss but sending someone inside his soul to battle the dragon that will manifest from his inner demons to keep him imprisoned, forever.

The highest chance for success necessitates sending in the one person that the sleeper trusts most - often their love, hence the poison/spell's reputation, but not always.

And almost everyone immediately turns to Dick, like in you go, Nightwing, what are you waiting for.

Which Dick. Doesn't know how to react to, because. God he would give anything to be that person for Tim again. But he knows that he broke something between them when he stripped away Robin.

They've moved past it, they're...fine. But Dick knows. It's not the same. They aren't the same.

He can't help Tim with this. Tim probably wouldn't even want him to try. And that kills him, but he won't sabotage Tim's only shot to wake up because of his own desperate wish to still be the one Tim turns to first. His north star.

There's a ticking-clock time limit before Tim won't be able to wake up at all. They don't have any time to lose.

He looks away from everyone's expectant, demanding stares.

"Call Superboy," he says, voice scraped raw from his throat. "Or Kid Flash. They'll get here in time."

He can't stand the disappointment on Bruce's face. It makes helpless anger boil hot and toxic in his belly. Bruce wasn't here for everything that happened. He doesn't know.

(Dick's never told him. How badly he fucked up.)

"Wait, not his boyfriend?'" Steph says, raised eyebrows and gesticulating at nowhere in particular and Dick's churning thoughts sputter and die into frozen blankness. Boyfriend?

Babs shakes her head on the Batcomputer's view screen.

"They're not at that level of trust yet. They haven't even been dating that long, Tim definitely hasn't told him about - " she twirls a finger, indicating all of them. Red Robin on the medical bed, cowl pushed down and cape pooled around him. The Cave, vaulting overhead. " - all of this. And he won't thank us for doing it for him."

Tim...has a boyfriend?

Wow. His little brother used to always want his advice on love. Life. Everything. If he doesn't trust Dick enough anymore to tell him even that much... Well. It just proves definitively that Dick isn't the right person for this job.

(It hurts like Dick's vital organs are being crushed in a massive fist.)

"Time is ticking," Jason Blood says quietly, looking down at the open face of his pocket watch. At his feet, a circle of lit candles awaits someone to sit down inside and sink into an enchanted meditation.

"Father, clearly it should be you," Damian says, tapping his foot rapidly. His arms are crossed tightly under his cape in a way that he probably means to come across as scornful, rather than apprehensive. "Or Pennyworth, even."

Bruce shakes his head, troubled. "No. I don't think so. Cassie...?"

"No," Cass responds calmly. "Not me." She seems untroubled by her own denial, even though she and Tim have been thick as thieves ever since she returned to Gotham.

She's looking at Dick. She hasn't looked away from Dick this whole time, or let go of Tim's hand, folded in hers protectively, over his heart.

"It's still you, big brother," she says. Gentle and direct and devastating. "Go. Bring him back."

Not so long ago, Tim trusted Dick to catch him when he fell.

Or, he was depressed and passively suicidal and telling Dick what he wanted to hear. Maybe he even believed it, after the fact.

In the end, it doesn't matter. He's Dick's brother. Dick will always, always be there to catch him, whether Tim trusts him to or not.

Dick goes.

He faces Tim, sinks into lotus inside the ring of flickering little flames, and closes his eyes, heart in his throat.

He opens his eyes. A vast, jagged bramble forest looms dark above him. Far in the distance, he can just make out a spindly tower piercing the sky, a flickering little light shining at the top.

He hacks his way through the biting brambles of Tim's resentments, leaving blood and sorrows dripping from the thorns in his wake.

He fights the sly, sinuous dragon of Tim's despair, singing with every breath that he can spare, so that Tim might hear him and know he's not alone.

He wishes he could remember happy songs, bright and lively songs - wishes he could be the light in the darkness that Tim deserves, that he looked up to and chased after and for some reason tried to model himself upon, even when he was already so very bright himself.

But any song is better than none to pierce the lonely vault of silence, so he sings of pain, of loss, of faith and faithlessness. Of holding on past the point of breaking. He sings of two hands open and outstretched, waiting to be clasped and held.

When his voice falters, when adamant scales break his sword and claws shatter his shield, he throws himself at the winged serpent, letting it coil about him and grappling it in turn. Fangs strike at him again and again, piercing flesh and armor both, before he winds his arms around its jaws and holds them shut.

It hisses through clenched teeth about failures, his and Tim's both. He holds its jaws shut, and sings of two ships tossed in a maelstrom, anchored to each other, weathering the storm.

It hisses, venom dripping from its furious curled lips, about abandonment and betrayal. He holds its jaws shut, and sings about two robins, flying with an olive branch held aloft between them.

It hisses to him of ice unending, frozen hearts, shattered trust. He holds its jaws shut, and sings about the steady radiating warmth of a hearth, of a hug, of a new dawn. Of new beginnings.

He rests his forehead on the dragon's growling snout, and sings, "Come home with me. Come home to me. Tim, I love you. Tim, Tim, Tim."

The beast shudders and shivers. And starts to break apart.

The crumbling wings buffet and beat at Dick even as they begin to crack and collapse. Dick lowers his head and holds on tighter.

The massive coiled tail squeezes around Dick convulsively, thrashing and withering. Dick's ribs crack, but he holds on tighter.

Scales etched with Tim's regrets flake off and fall away, like a tree shedding razor edged leaves in autumn. Dick closes his eyes as they kiss and cut his already tattered skin, but just holds on tighter.

Eventually, the violent disintegration comes to an end, and all goes still and quiet.

Save for a familiar shape shaking and weeping in Dick's arms.

Dick opens his eyes, blinking away sweat and blood just to be sure. But yes. It's him. Blue eyes reddened with tears, staring in horror at the ragged torn-up mess of his older brother, come to rescue him.

"Tim," Dick sighs, bones papier-mâché from relief. And exhaustion. "Timmy. Thank god."

"Dick," Tim cries out, gripping him tightly in distress. He lets go immediately at Dick's wince, and tries to pull away. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, I'm - your wounds, we have to - "

Dick doesn't let him move an inch. "Shhhhhh," he breathes. "It's a dream, don't worry about it." Tim wriggles in protest at first, determinedly attempting to staunch some of the heavier bleeding, but Dick just holds him tighter. "Please, Timmy," he begs. "Please. Just let me."

Tim's breath hitches, then he wraps his arms around Dick just as hard as Dick is squeezing him, strong and anchoring. Dick's own breath shudders on the edge of a whine, and he buries his nose in Tim's hair.

-----

"Missed you," he whispers hoarsely, several minutes later.

Tim lifts his face from where he's been leaking a silent wet spot into Dick's collarbone.

"Missed you, too," he whispers back, as if they're sharing secrets and might be overheard.

Then Tim hesitates, before setting his mouth firmly. He meets Dick's gaze, and there's a fierce light in his still reddened eyes that transfixes Dick. He almost lost this. He almost lost Tim - so many times, more than he probably even knows about. He never wants to look away.

"And I love you, too, you know. That's never changed. It never will change." His brow is furrowed intently, gaze searching Dick's, like he can find and burn away any hint of doubt or disbelief.

"I know," Dick murmurs, warm down to his battered toes. Tim's alive. Tim's going to wake up, and keep living. Tim loves him, and forgives him, and still trusts him more than anyone else. "I do know. I - "

He releases one arm from its death grip, because he can no longer resist the urge to cup Tim's face, stroke a thumb across his cheek. Tim closes his eyes briefly as he covers Dick's hand with his, leaning into it, brows still drawn together. Like he's in pain, even though all the dings and scratches are on Dick, not him.

Dick's heart seizes.

He dips down, to the impossibly inviting bow of Tim's mouth, and kisses him. At Tim's small, quiet gasp, he gentles further, catching Tim's lips, pulling the full lower curve between his own in a soft tug. To his delight, Tim follows him, chasing his mouth, and they share the sweet cling and press, back and forth.

-----

Dick's wounds are somehow all still present upon waking. Magic, ugh, such a pain. The resulting frenzy of medical attention and getting bundled into another bed - too far away from Tim - like he's one foot through death's door isn't exactly fun, either.

(But still. Well worth it, for that first moment Tim's eyes flutter open and hazily lock on his. The world can keep spinning, now that Dick knows Tim is safe.)

As it turns out, Tim's recollection of what happened inside his own soul is equally hazy.

He remembers enough to melt bonelessly into Dick's chest when Dick sneaks over to share his bed, which dissolves the hard knot of worried tension in Dick's chest that he wouldn't remember anything, that he'd be back to subtle distance and awkward texts and not even feeling comfortable enough to share that he likes men, and Dick. Isn't sure he could have handled that.

So he ignores his aching ribs and multiple lacerations and puncture wounds and curls around Tim with his whole body, warmth and gratitude suffusing every aching muscle.

Tim...doesn't seem to remember the kiss. Which. Is a shame.

But Dick remembers it. Every moment is burned into him like the most intimate pyrography. That will have to be enough, until he can make it happen again.

(Tim's boyfriend doesn't stand a chance.)

[jade-of-mourning]

cue komm, süsser tod…

as always whenever i draw a kaminari outside of canon, he's got the worst case of overgrown roots and a shitty bathroom-done bleach job, parallel to my own experience of straw yellow asian hair. it's not a good look, but kami would probably embrace it

bakugou's just kinda there. this drawing is referenced off a picture a friend took of me and some other people and he's standing in my place actually. but i don't yell a lot

i feel like it's never come up but i really like ashido. she's such a cool, passionate character with a sick design. also i accidentally colored her like the pan flag… on accident (but we all know she would kiss girls tbh) (from afar i would probably have a gay gay crush on her if she was real)

[velvetjune]

that moment when saga fights against the darkness in her mind place and opens the door to leave and it starts to pan out—showing nothing but stars just like the Night Springs intro before she appears in the dark place’s new york. Traversing the void in between worlds just like her dad. cinema!!

[skruffie]

playing neopets 20+ years ago: oh no I need to feed all my pets!! Sorry guys, the omelette is all I have :(

playing neopets as an adult:

[monarchisms]

【🐓🦷】