#everyone suffers

[gold0venice]

Need to say how the last thing that Ivan actually tasted was his own blood, not Till’s lips

[reddamselette]

Jason was resting against the headboard of his bed, his glasses low on his nose as he read with a book pressed on his thigh. The dim lighting from his lamp provided illumination, a fuzzy warm glow like the sun was peeking through the blinds of his window during sunrise.

It was well past midnight. His room was the only window barely lit up, the city was asleep as was every other person within the apartment he resided in. Jason assumed Thalia had already gone to bed, no longer able to hear the muffled talking and shouts of laughter each time they’d been on the phone with a friend.

He sighed as he threw his legs over the edge of his bed, closing the book along with him as he stood up and made his way over to his desk sitting in the corner near the window. Jason took off his glasses to rub at his eyes, he finished the book but he had a five page book report left that was due the next morning before lunch. He didn’t know when time was lost on him, he might’ve been busy but at the moment, sleep was all he could think about.

Just before he would leave his room to wash his face and make a cup of tea, he heard a thud.

It was a fleeting thing and he would’ve thought it was a mere figment of his imagination had it not happened again.

Jason turned around and stepped closer to his window, pushing the curtains apart only to reveal someone on the other side of the glass. Someone who was known on the news and the talk of the public, a hero with a spider front and center on his chest, never one to stay too long and was always one to keep an identity hidden.

Against his better judgment, he unlocked the latch to his window and pulled it up, allowing the hero to stumble in with a muffled grunt that quickly turned into a wince.

Jason closed the window and shut the curtains, carefully directing the other to sit at the chair of his desk.

He had never seen Spiderman up close before. However seeing the real thing compared to what he had seen on the media was always a different experience. Others think he was old enough to be in his twenties but to Jason, the hero couldn’t have been younger than he is.

“Why in the world,” Jason started in a whisper, “would you randomly ask someone who you don’t even know for help?”

Spiderman laughed, a breathless sort of sound that reminded Jason all too much of someone who stole his heart. His body shivered involuntarily like he was shocked. He might’ve been.

“Why in the world would you let someone—ah, shit—let someone you don’t know in your room?” The hero asked in turn, a lazy tilt of his head to the side as he pressed a gloved hand to his torso. “I..I think I can trust you.”

Jason huffed and he left the room. Only to come back minutes later with a few things, a first aid kit and rubbing alcohol.

His information on first aid and injuries were only built on what Will would mention, what he’d share from the medical program he was enrolled in. As he knelt down beside the hero, gently pulling away his hand to check the wound, Jason knew it wasn’t fatal but it was nasty under the fabric of his suit.

“Lift up your shirt,” Jason muttered as he set the things beside his knees, opening the lid to the alcohol and used the washcloth to absorb some of the stinging liquid.

“Usually you would have to—“ The hero hissed as he slowly peeled his shirt up and over his side, revealing warm and tan skin covered in blood. “Take me out on a date first before asking me that.”

“Hold still, you’re bleeding everywhere.” Jason could only imagine the questions and concerns if he left his room unattended for Thalia to see. They’d think he was related in life threatening situations, might’ve gotten mugged or something other that wouldn’t have been possible unless he left the safety of his room that late. Thalia always did have the talent of stressing themself out.

Although, Jason had a feeling that if they knew he opened his window to a stranger—nevermind that they’re a hero—they would explode.

Those thoughts were quickly drowned out, a flash of lightning to something that had struck out in Jason’s mind. “What did you mean by you think you can trust me? I could’ve been a bad guy for all you know.”

The hero curled his fingers into a fist as he released a strained breath of air and Jason murmured an apology, carefully dabbing the washcloth laced with rubbing alcohol around the wound. Will would’ve been proud, really. “I-Is it safe to say that I doubt it? I’ve had my—my fair share of bad guys and none of them read Wuthering Heights before bed.”

“What if I happen to be an extinguished criminal then? Get inspiration on my wrongdoings or whatever from whatever I read?”

“Maybe it’s a good thing this isn’t a comic book, otherwise I think—I think I would’ve had to deal with the Joker or something.”

Jason huffed under his breath, shaking it head as he cleaned up the last bit of blood around the wound, hoping he disinfected thoroughly yet he felt like even the slightest of it went a long way. He set the washcloth down and grabbed a gauze pad, pulling off the thin sheet of paper as he stuck it to the hero’s side, doing it in such a way to avoid anything suddenly getting into the gash.

“My best friend says the same thing,” Jason said after he began unrolling the bandage around the hero’s torso.

Spiderman lifted his head to look at Jason through his mask but the blond was concentrated. His brows were furrowed and his lips were pursed in the way that no one but him would notice. “Do they?”

Jason didn’t answer for a moment as he tidied everything up, packing away the bandages and such into the first aid kit then closed the lid to the bottle of rubbing alcohol. His knees ached by the time he stood and he placed it onto his desk next to his book. “Mm. My older sister says he’s a bad influence though.”

“I am not a bad influence—“ He paused and he coughed weakly, then he sighed just as Jason nodded to himself and took a seat on his bed directly across. He hesitantly raised his hand, hooking his fingers around the material of his mask to pull it off.

Brown curls popped and fell around his face, frizzy and hardly taken care of, some strands stuck to his forehead due to sweat. It was a rough fight Leo went through, he didn’t know how he managed to escape.

He had several small cuts to his cheek, his lip, his jawline. A bruise forming high on his cheekbone near his eye but hazel irises remained the same and he was otherwise unscathed and embarrassed. “How did you know?”

Jason had guessed. He had his suspicions for a long while, since their sophomore year. They were halfway through junior year now, events and trips piled one after the other and they were busy as ever. He vaguely recalled the sudden absences of his best friend—his tia needed something or he left something at home—with rushed apologies as he ran like his life depended on it.

And it had.

And it seemed to make Jason fall in love with him more. The boy he loved since middle school. The hero he looked at like he decorated the sky in stars, pulled the very reins of the chariot holding the sun.

Jason couldn’t help it. There were dangers of him knowing yet he wouldn’t mind at all of being Icarus. He would always fly too close to the sun if it meant spending his entire life with Leo, he thought.

“Your excuses aren’t very convincing, Leo.”

[applesjuice]

What was the worst memory Akari remembered ?

It's less one memory so much as recalling how they treated others before getting sent back in time. They have vague recollections of treating the other students of BB Academy terribly in order to get stronger and are under the impression they were a terrible person. They actually don't remember the Terapagos blast (but Carmine and the protagonist sure do).

So Akari rationalizes all the crazy stuff in Hisui as them deserving it. They've kind of trauma bonded with everyone there because it's like "Akari go do x dangerous thing" and they do it and then are praised for succeeding, even though they had lava flung at them or were attacked by giant feral monsters. It's messy af and more than just one particular memory that is a bad time, so much as an accumulation of tiny instances they've recalled shaping their perception on who they are any why all this is now happening. Pretty much a child trying to rationalize bad and scary things happening while putting on a brave face.

[callico-awts]

Wilting tulips lore (my omari au)(sorta??)

- Sunny has been dealing with depression for years and he doesn't really know how to cope it, also finds it difficult to explain what he's going through and no one seemingly understands what he was experiencing.

- he's like 12 and just brushes it off as nothing..

- well, he does sorta cope with it with his drawings and journaling also poetry. It kinda helps tho but not that much.

- I'm torn to maybe add omori here he acts like Sunny's uhh idk whats it called maybe his insecurities and he says stuff like

"wow you played the note wrong again"

" They were right, you're worthless"

- Mari already has her perfectionism before she even started playing piano, if she did one tiny mistake she gets angry easily.

-uh.. in this au I didn't swap basil with hero cuz basil is still the witness..

- sorta a swap au but some characters are well swapped, some are not and i try my best to uh keep them in character..

- The violin is safe and sound because Mari quickly stops sunny from throwing it downstairs..

- The argument still happens then Mari pushed Sunny down stairs but it wasn't that forceful, Sunny regains his balance and is upset at Mari, ofc Mari realizes what she did and tries to apologize to Sunny but Sunny rushes to their bedroom and locks it.

-Mari tried to talk to Sunny but he didn't respond, Mari just left him to calm him down , Basil was there when the argument happened. He was worried but from what he observed his best friend was upset and tired so he just walked around the neighborhood to wait for him to calm down and maybe return later.

-Hours have gone by, and Sunny hasn’t come out of their bedroom.. Mari felt anxious and worried. She tried to open the door but it was still locked and calling out his name. No voice can be heard.. she tried to open the door, this time with a powerful force. She succeeded but she wasn’t ready for what she was about to see..

- after hours of walking around, Basil returns to the siblings house and that's where he saw Mari crying and his best friend unconscious and pale body.. tears already streaming on his face, his body became weak..

- then Hero came and saw the commotion, he calls the ambulance and he was terrified when he spotted the noose hanging..

He comforted Mari, while waiting for the ambulance to come.. Basil just crying and shaking..

-Kel and Aubrey didn't see what happened to their friend, Sunny.. They go to the hospital and Hero explains what happened to Sunny but they don't know what caused Sunny to do that.. So they blame themselves for his death.

- Basil blames himself too, as his best friend, he should be there with him when he's struggling and that could prevent this from happening..

Imma staph at here cuz it's long asf shhshs

Enjoy all the grammar errors here byeee and expect to see more crumbs of these instead of art srry..

not all of this crumbs are canon for the au i'm just brainstorming lol

[wirtsauce4020]

!! WARNING FOR FLASHING AND FAST CLIPS !!

Namek is such a huge brainworm for me, and this video is basically a love letter

I know I originally posted this in October last year, but I made it So Much Better guys, I'm much happier with this version

[tussive]

We're not special, I've been dealt too many cards to hold as well.

All the pain on her shelf, I don't fucking know half

[redrose-arrow]

hi and welcome to “rose’s favourite ra book has clearly always been trr, even before anyone realised, because apparently there’s an entire document filled with sad trr poetry, which rose doesn’t even remember writing”

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lovers. friends. always friends. 

Old friend,  We met when we were barely grown  Yet my life you would defend

Old friend,  You wanted to see every side of me  I never had to pretend

Old friend,  Our lives have passed within a whip But always, on you I could depend

Best friend,  Thank you for this friendship And its undeniable                                End

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falling

I fall when I think of who we used to be  Fall when someone tells me you’re finally free Fall when the realisation dawns that now it’s just me

I fall when the sun has turned away Fall in the nightly hours before day Fall when I open my eyes and the world is still grey

They say that someday I’ll get rid of the galling That someday I’ll stop imagining your calling But what they don’t know is that I                                                        keep                                                                 falling

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no verbs.

could’ve, would’ve, should’ve.  wanted, had, missed.  thought, believed, wished. 

saw, smiled, laughed.  feared, trusted, dared.  wed, slept, ate, cooked, cleaned-

lived, shared. 

loved. 

lost. 

could’ve, would’ve, should’ve

[o0anapher0o]

Whoever in the LAFD decided to put Vincent Gerrard in charge of the 118 again is an evil genius who is probably patting their own back so hard I between maniacal cackling. It's the perfect way to punish everyone involved (which is likely exactly the point) :

Bobby is getting punished for quitting by not getting his old job back and knowing his tram is in the worst possible hands.

The team gets punished for disobeying orders, stealing a helicopter and being a general PR nightmare by getting the most horrid captain on the roster who hates every single one of them on principle.

And Gerrard gets punished for likely having been HR's worst nightmare for the last ten years (it's unlikely complains about him have stopped but he's the kind of guy who knows exactly how far he can push it without giving a good enough reason to get fired), by being put in charge of a team that represents his nightmare version of the LAFD, a team entirely comprised of POC and queers.

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[lavideenrose]

"I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness, and the willingness to remain vulnerable."

― Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea

[redpapercraness]

all four of my sonic 3 movie trailer redraws in one spot 🫡

[juieon]

taeyong cheating on me throwing his tshirt to other girls 😐😐😐😐😐😐

[jeleynai]

something something keep it tactical sergeant (he will not)

[inkskinned]

the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.

sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.

you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.

it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.

but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.

they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.

they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.

barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.

and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.

but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.

they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!

this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.

[fangirlsurpreme]

Do you guys ever think,

when Percy dies, Grover will die at the same time. But unlike the others, they'll never be reunited in Elysium because Grover's a satyr who never get into Elysium, they turn into a tree.

And, if Annabeth is outlives Percy, she won't just grieve the love of her life but one of her best friends as well, one of the first people who believed in her, outside of luke and thalia.

One more thing, When Percy dies at least Annabeth will know she gets to see him again in Elysium but she'll also have to live with the knowledge that she'll never see Grover again even in death.

And if you don't want to think abt this, then:

Then don't think about her throwing away the collection of tin cans she and Percy probably kept for Grover.

Don't think about her using something from a tin can and thinking "I'll save this for Grover" and then realizing she'll never get to give it to him.

Don't think about her never being able to eat blue food or enchiladas again.

Don't think about her and Juniper holding each other and crying.

Don't think about Juniper momentarily hating Annabeth for getting to see her husband after she dies before forgetting all about her anger because they both lost their loves, damn it!

Don't think about Annabeth "Always Six Foot Ahead" Chase knowing death is approaching and making a list of what she wants to be burnt with so that she can give them to everyone who she has ever cared about. Adding "Tin Cans and Enchiladas" in the list before breaking down again.

Don't think abt Percy reaching Elysium, being greeted by all of his friends, looking around for grover before registering why he wasn't there.

Don't think about him mourning his best friend, his brother even when in Eternal Paradise.

Don't think about it.

[saym0-0]

sometimes i just need lighthearted erasermic fam thoughts