#i hate his name

[cd-head]

now i find i’ve grown into a tall child.

characters ; parrotx2, rekrap2, spokeishere, mapicc, roshambogames, princezam, ashswag, reddoons, itzsubz, vitalasy, yeahjaron, planetlord, baconnwaffles0.

relationships; parrotx2 & rekrap2, parrotx2 & spokeishere, mapicc & roshambogames, mapicc & princezam, ashswag & reddoons, itzsubz & vitalasy, yeahjaron & planetlord, yeahjaron & baconnwaffles0.

tags ; hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, poetic ish, implied alcoholism, yearning to be a kid again

word count ; 1546

authors note ; i wrote this at 2 am and finished at 5 am and now its 6 am i apologize

RBS > LIKES

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“if you feel nothing, why are you shaking?”

and parrot had no reply. he stared forward up at the stars as his wings pulled tight around his body and suddenly there was a tightness in the back of his throat and water spilling down his cheeks.

he felt like a little kid, one who wanted to run to his mom and cry in her arms. but he couldn’t. for she wasn’t here. but rek was.

rek didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around the avian, to hold him close to his chest as he rocked and hummed. to provide what comfort he could to the sobbing boy.

parrot clung tightly to the older boy’s shirt and crumpled and crinkled the fabric as if he was a little kid once more as sobs racked his entire body.

rek sat there and took it, feeling like a adult that was holding tightly onto their child begging them to breathe.

perhaps he was.

//

“if you truly feel nothing then why are you shaking? why don’t you leave?”

parrot had asked. how hypocritical. spoke would argue he was shaking more than he was! and spoke had sworn to never leave.

but he didn’t say that as he simply shrugged, his voice not a siren for once but a sad dying bird who sung it’s last song.

“i don’t know. maybe it’s easier for your brain to handle a lie than the truth?”

“spoke?”

“yeah?”

“i’m tired.”

“yeah. yeah i am too.”

and they both turned to the stars and wished they could ask a god who sat behind a cracked glass why must they live with hearts that aren’t their own.

and arms wrapped around each other and home whispered in their voice that it wasn’t their fault as the two clung to what little they had.

the salt in their tears was harsh on their wounds.

//

“if you feel nothing, why are you shaking? what’s going on?”

mapicc trembled in reply as the vomit in his throat spread to his mouth and splattered on the pavement. he couldn’t tell if he was crying due to the burning in his throat or the burning in his mind.

ro’s gentle hands (even if mapicc saw the blood on his knuckles. it matched his own.) pulled him away from the vomit on the ground and held him as he trembled and shook.

no words were uttered that night but those few. no words but the warmth of a body holding your cold one as you shook and trembled in the night.

longing for your mothers touch. but your friends shall do, for your mother doesn’t love you but your friend does.

they were children. they were murderers. they were kids.

//

‘if he feels nothing then why is he shaking?’

mapiccs mind repeated those words (it felt like a mockery. a turn on ro’s soothing words.) as he stared at zam before him, he should drive an axe through his beautiful neck for looking at him.

he found his hands empty and trembling beneath the stars as zam opened his mouth. he heard it over the rain pounding his cold corpse and the ringing in his ears.

mapicc was not dead, he was not hurt. but he felt like a true corpse. a body that had been reanimated. a puppet. a toy for use.

“know that i loved you. know that it wasn’t enough. and it’s not your fault.” was all zam uttered.

when mapicc cried this time, it mixed with the rain and his knees clicked and clattered but no one came to help the man sobbing in the rain.

the man in the rain didn’t wish to be helped.

//

“if you feel nothin’.. then why are you drinkin’? why are you shaking so bad then?”

ash’s voice was as soft as snow and yet it cut red deeper than a dagger as his hand gripped tighter on the bottle as if to hide the tremors that ran through his body.

a swig. burning hot liquid dripped down his throat and some burned behind his eyes. he wished he could drown it as if it was beer.

he wished he could drown as hands pulled at his trembling ones, wished he could die as they pulled his hands off of the bottle.

red felt, truly felt, like he was being held under water as a warm body met his chest and face. he wished his tears would kill him.

yet it didn’t. no matter how hard he cried.

//

“if you do feel nothing, why are you here?”

red had no answer. he found his tongue cut out and wouldn’t be surprised if he looked to the floor and would find his flesh mocking him on the floor.

his body trembled harshly in the raging winds, and the warmth he sought for loomed before him. he stumbled toward and the warmth caught him, it accepted the coldness of his body and held him tight.

“shhh… sh i got you.” was all red heard from ash, from warmth, from home as the door shut and the true coldness was trapped inside the home of warmth.

he didn’t deserve this and yet he let himself seep into the warmth like a child in their mother’s grasp. desperate for the feeling of love.

but cold cant warm warmth, and warmth cant make cold colder. perhaps in the end they could even each other out.

for now they would breathe together.

//

“if you feel nothing, then why am i here? why are you shaking then?”

the ram blinked in reply at vitalasys words. listening to how they cracked and trembled.

vital was truly terrible at hiding hjs emotions, while subz was too good at it. a man who wore his heart on his sleeve and a man who hide his heart in a chest barbed with wire.

locked with no key to be found other than jammed in the heart that bled onto a sleeve.

the silence hung between them was louder than the stars that glimmered down at them, the breeze in the trees and moon that shined above their heads spoke louder before subz had written words to speak.

before he had lifted his tongue and used it as a flute to sing and tell truths and lies, and he hoped vi knew this one was a truth.

he hoped his trembles showed the truth.

“because i care about you.”

“you do?”

“of course.”

“good. because i care about you too subz!”

and god should smite subz for how he smiled at vitalasy, feeling like a little boy in the summer breeze.

//

“if you feel nothing, then why do you look so scared?”

it was subz’s turn to ask. and vitalasy found himself trembling in reply as he felt the blood on his hands turn cold and harden onto his skin and fur.

he felt sick, he felt empty, he felt nothing. but nothing was never truly nothing, because in the end. everything is nothing, but nothing cannot be everything.

and is that not curious? how one thing can be the other but the other cannot be the thing. because nothing is the absence of a thing, and everything is every little thing. so in its own title, everything is nothing.

so vitalasy felt everything and nothing all at once. for theyre a pair. true opposites yet they stand together.

it reminds him of subz and himself.

“i’m not scared.”

“you’re trembling.”

“… okay yeah i’m scared.”

“of what?”

“nothing. everything. myself. you.”

//

“if you feel nothing, then why are you shaking?”

jaron found his voice gone in the wind as he locked eyes with planet. he wished to sob in the other man’s arms but there is nothing more humiliating then your own desires.

his hands trembled from those desires, the one that ran a sickly cord from his eyes to his throat, to the depths of his stomach.

there is points where longing gets too much, so jaron clenches his jaw everytime he feels that yearning.

perhaps that was why his jaw constantly hurt.

“what is it you feel?”

“nothing."

“why do you lie to me?”

“because.. i’m scared.”

“of?"

“living. i’m scared of living planet.”

the silence that followed felt like butter spreading on toast. it was good, it was nice. it was horrifying, it was evil.

it was everything.

//

“why are you shaking?”

jaron stared at the ceiling, his arms crossed over his chest as his chest rose steadily and a pillow soft under his head.

he felt bacon’s eyes prying on him, his body trembling slightly in a way too subtle to be labeled that he was just cold.

jaron wondered how long bacon had been staring.

bacon waited for a reply as snoring echoed in the next room.

“bacon, i’m not a good person.”

and bacon sat there, waiting for jaron to confess a crime but neither did jaron’s body or lips move.

“so? we’re all bad people jaron. everyone’s a bad person. why should i see you different for trying to survive?”

no reply met bacons ears. he didn’t want one. he laid his head back down and closed his eyes and let the last words to be uttered be a promise.

“goodnight, i’ll see you in the morning.”

“.. night.”

[pollokima]

"oh, and here comes tiger and barnaby-" HIS NAME IS BUNNY

[shinybulbasaur]

[them4gicchristian]

there are so many ugly words in this world that i try to replace

[khytal]

please clap for the specialest boy in the world

[dooblebrain]

Hello, Gordon!

I get it man, sometimes you look at the void too long and become a little murdery it happens

[sleepy-grav3]

Amity Park hates the Justice League but loves Red Hood and sometimes other heroes

A/n: I got this random idea so here it is. Oh, and this is good reveal AU ok?

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Due to the Justice League mocking them and ignoring their villain problems that were also publicly interdimensional problems, everyone hates the JL. It got worst with the GIW coming in, who blatantly went against the meta-laws (which included aliens, demons and so much more that weren't human from the beginning). They started to think the Justice League supported them.

In the Infinite Realms, however, there's a revenant that many adored and others respected. He did not hold back against criminals. Criminals that would rape, kill, traffic, sell drugs, and more to people. He especially didn't like when they brought kids into this. He'd avenge people the way they should've been: by promising that their abuser/killer/whatever wouldn't be able to do it again. And in the place they lived in, the only way for that to be possible was by major injury, heavy social outcasting, and/or death. Most prefer the 3rd.

And after how long the Amitians dealt with the attacks which eventually came to a slow once or twice a week type thing, they started opening their minds to the idea of coexistence. Well, further than they had. So when people started to cross over and start making their small haunts in their side of the veil, the Amitian's began to become aware of the popular hero Red Hood. He was part of the undead community, which was trustworthy in everyone's books.

So Amity Park started making merch. Most of it was for Team Phantom, but there was plenty for Red Hood as well. There were other heroes on the side, like for Superboy 1 (who they renamed to Supernova due to their hatred for Superman for 2 reasons, the obvious and that he rejected a mirror-born), and Raven (the half demon).

And with this coexistence, Team Phantom had noticed the positive feedback about killing in the name of vengeance. So they went on the offensive, and after a good year of that, the GIW lost funding for producing no results and just taking up resources. The acts were still there, but nobody enacted them in Amity, and nobody actually knew or believed them outside of the haunted city.

Then the Justice League find out about the hero group there due to tracking merchandise after they started to sell outside of the city. Superman was the guy everyone liked, so he was sent over. He immediately got thrown out and was now questioning who the heck Supernova was and when he rejected him.

Flash? Outcast. Everyone ignored and walked away from him. they had the police, who never did anything or even had to anymore, kick him out.

Green Lanter? Oh the poor guy. He had his ring taken away and thrown out of the city somehow. It took hours to find it.

Wonder Woman, they had to be ok with her. Not at first, but once Phantom had a talk with her and people learned that they were cousins through Clockwork (Kronos) and Pandora, they were ok. ish. Tolerated was the best word and she got the info back to the league.

The batfamily took a trip there, dragging Red Hood along somehow. And right when Red Hood was noticed, a crowd began to form as everyone practically worshipped him. There were many victims he had avenged and an Ancient (Lady Gotham) came and gave him the gifts she couldn't without scaring the guy.

At one point, the poor guy even cried.

[pixlokita]

Okay so … he did get bitten by pit trap >> anyway just wanted to draw Bnnuy Oswald

[blessyouhawkeye]

my favourite mdzs/cql character dynamic will always always be jiang cheng and lan wangji. born to be mortal enemies forced to be in laws is the funniest relationship of all time. that brief establishing shot in cql episode 2 of them sitting in a tea house at different tables, facing away from each other, not talking is like a sister to me. wei wuxian's death turned a mutual disdain into outright hatred and now sixteen years of boiling rage down the drain because wei wuxian had to get RESURRECTED like an IDIOT and now they have to MAKE NICE and try their utmost not to THROW THINGS at each other at FAMILY DINNERS. which they have now because LIFE SUCKS. such an unparalleled dynamic that i'll be thinking about until i die.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The indescribable tension between an overworked and underpaid smut writer, and his biggest fan hater.

(for @frummpets)

[were-wolverine]

jason, coming back from the dead and seeing tim as robin: how could bruce replace me? how could he give robin to someone else?

dick, who created robin in honor of his dead parents and then had bruce take it away and give it to jason without even asking him:

[bj-cuntycunt]

New Star Trek headcanon: Chekov thinks McCoy is from Georgia (country) and not Georgia (USA) and keeps calling him "neighbor" because Russia's next to Georgia. McCoy is very confused.

[hypertechnica]

THE LOVE TRIANGLE

ford, fidds, and bill are living in a late 70s/early 80s sci fi psychological horror film that was buried upon release due to its explicit gay themes but quickly became an underground cult hit

numerous associations would decry its depiction of homoeroticism between its principal characters, but nobody could deny the surrealist film had its merit. “it’s like someone concocted an unholy combination between the shining and space odyssey and then died of the instantaneous nuclear fallout. why would anyone make this? are they stupid?” one reviewer said.

more alternates + sketch under the cut

[localicecreambiter]

this is how I remember the four swords manga

[sunclown]

My middle aged man yaois ⚡️🔮

[oh-no-its-bird]

The most important thing to remember while writing Obito is that he is a freak. You are legally obligated to have him say, think or do something that will make the reader go "hey obito what the fuck" every other paragraph. He is not allowed to be normal.

That goes double for any time he is anywhere near Kakashi, who is also a freak but in a different way, and who only makes Obito more insane