#excuse me?!?

[soft-lee]

When he says "Don't think I haven't seen your tumblr posts" 🫠

[pinkniz]

I let my intrusive thoughts win at 1am and this happened

[itwasthereaminuteago]

[magdasabs]

[just-like-that-butmakeitgay]

“What if I roll the stone away, they’re going to crucify me anyway, what if the way you hold me is actually what’s holy? If long suffering proprietary is what they want from me, they don’t know how you’ve haunted me so stunningly. I choose you and me, religiously.”

[andithil]

another via Sam Jones

[thekenobee]

I just love when I talk to a Christian and tell them how my father's lunacy and his religious obsession destroyed mine and my brothers' mental health, ripped us of normal childhood, and drove me to heavy depression, anxiety, PTSD, OCD, cutting my wrists and intending to commit a suicide JUST TO HEAR that they're kind of a Better church and not that extreme and If I ever feel like joining I'm welcome :) like DO YOU FUCKING HEAR YOURSELVES???!?!!?

[captainsaltypear]

IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR

[wheres-all-the-tea-shots]

[nemkero]

atla au but nothing changes except sokka is taller and zuko is shorter

[nullcasting]

actually i need everyone on here to see this too

[jollymalt]

inspired by junji ito posing in the barbie box

[draculagerard]

[screwnames-ihatenames]

screw i dont know if youre awake but doth updated

WHAT ITS ONLY BEEN A WEEK THO?!?!

[faeriekit]

"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."

The body didn't move.

"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."

And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.

Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.

The dead body sat up.

Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"

Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.

Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.

"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."

The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.

"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."

The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.

It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.

[liorlen]

gale origin playthru from astarion’s pov or smth like that