#i think they are just sane and normal people

[kit-williams]

Yandere 40K Guilliman is very interesting to me.

Because he’s just trying to find someone sane, someone who doesn’t fall into a religious fervour whenever they see him. Someone who can use common sense, an ability nearly 90% of the imperium seems to have lost.

But when he finds that person, someone who doesn’t immediately start sucking up to him in his presence, who will actually call him by his name, ‘Roboute’…..

Well then they’re his.

There going to be his reprieve, how he takes out all his anger and stress that’s accumulated from seeing the sorry state that the Imperium has become. He’ll release all that pent up aggression by fucking his new paramour unconscious. By taking brief breaks between his endless meetings with them in his lap, taking whatever liberties he wants with them.

There no other course of action. He is the Lord Commander of the Imperium, and if what he needs to handle the problems of the Imperium and lead them to victory is to have this one person stay by his side, then that’s what he’ll get.

It won’t be all bad, his paramour will be treated to an unpredcented life of luxury, all they have to do is ignore the fact they now solely belong to Guilliman and that there is no changing that fact of their new reality.

This is EXACTLY what I was hinting at with mentioning about 40k yandere Guilliman. His playfulness is still in there he wants to woo you like he normally would he's unhappy with how he has to get you by his side but he NEEDS an outlet! He needs someone to fixate on because he's running himself ragged.

He was in hell. As he was trapped in his armor most of the time... stuck with insane people all around him! Anyone who dared have some semblance of a spine around him were far too important for him to sink his teeth into. He was stuck... he was lonely... he was tired...

And then you came along. You were in awe but you kept it in check... you listened to him and unlike the fear and confusion at his more atheistic sentiments you hardly reacted simply replying "You're the God Emperor's son of course you don't worship him. Besides you know better than me." You were being humble and normally this would rouse such a playful response from him like a large cat playing with its meal. But he had no time for this.

You flitted in and out of his life and eventually his mind thinks of you often. Thinking over the words you say to him... thinking over the way you smile at him... the way you laugh; sometimes you even laugh completely unflatteringly much to your embarrassment. You accidentally seal your fate when you see him outside of his armor of Fate and the joy in your eyes as you gasp with delight, "Roboute! You're out of your armor." It was the first time since being allowed to call him Roboute that you used it.

You damned yourself by having your eyes sparkle seeing him out of armor... looking at him like a man...

You whimpered into his mouth as you try to wriggle free suddenly feeling the weight of his focus on you. Those blue eyes of his looking at everything like a mad man. He keeps apologizing as his face rubs against yours... rubs into your skin... you've seen this face a few times when he's pushed to his limit and you try to calm him down... you're crying by now... he keeps apologizing.

He needs this he tells you... he begs to a piece of comfort between your legs... perhaps if you knew what was to follow you wouldn't have been fooled by his just plea for feeling like a man. You might not have agreed to treat him as you have been... perhaps if you rejected his offer you'd still be free... you doubt so... you weren't anyone highly important that should you go missing things would collapse without you.

You're certain if anyone knew about you... they would simply thank you for your service to the Imperium.

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog

[hayleyscommet15]

the fan she fell for p1

relationship: billie eilish x female reader

warnings: none!

word count: 1388

summary: at a concert, you seem like you’ve caught the attention of the singer billie eilish…

a/n: if this seems familiar, it’s because it’s been posted anymore on an account called “hayleyscomet14” aka julia. i’m julia, my account got banned for no reason, no warnings, this is my new account. if anything you see reminds you of my old account please follow me!

just like everyone else, you were a normal person. first year in collage was going strong, you had made friends, had kept up with your grades and even got a job to pay off some debt. you had your little hobbies in areas such as sports and more, yet your biggest obsession was music. and what fed that? billie eilish.

no doubt billie was a giant impact on a lot of people’s lives. you can bet she even saved a couple of people from tough times. you were no different! billie had always been there, you’d been a fan for so long. and what sparked your year was the fact that you got tickets for her. that’s right, one night in london uk.

you anticipated that moment for months, and the day finally arrived. you got to waiting early in the morning. you were the biggest billie fan to ever exist in your eyes. every song, every era, everything! you were there.

you stood in line with your best friend. you chatted as you waited. you wore a top from billie’s merch, accompanied by jorts you had customized for the concert. small bits of accessories were also added to your fit, such as a blosh necklace and a whole lot of rings. the chilly weather of london kept you sane as you waited for long hours in line.

there were hundreds of other people in line, waiting. you were chatting with your friend when people started cheering on in the line. you were fairly close to the start of the line. “what’s going on?” you asked as you looked around your surroundings. that’s when you started hearing people yell billie’s name. “mate i think billie’s here!?” your close friend yelled back as they also started cheering billie’s name. you looked around once more, squeezing your eyes in order to catch her siluette. there she was. her ocean blue eyes met yours for a second as she walked around the fans. you were already starstruck. you couldn’t believe you were breathing the same air as her, in the same place as her, better yet she seemed to be getting close to your place in the line.

you quickly reached your hands out so possibly billie could grab it or touch it. you also started yelling her name, trying to get her attention like everyone else. billie occasionally stopped and started talking to people in the line, even sometimes hugging them. people kept saying things like “billie hey!” or “billie you’re so pretty!” or “billie i love you!”. then, she came and stood right in front of you, talking to fans around you. you held out your hand her to see. “oh my gosh billie hey!!” you yelled, and that was what got billie’s attention. you didn’t say anything out of the ordinary, you were just so close to your idol it probably got caught.

“hey!” she said as she grabbed your hand, and glared into your eyes. she then took her gaze to someone else. that two second eye contact healed you. you kept pulling on her hand like any other fan. she reconnected her eyes with yours once more and never dropped her smile. “stop you’re so pretty” billie’s words effortlessly fled through her mouth. your lips agape, you thought about billie’s words as you kept on screaming praise words. she let go off your hand and reconnected them with some other fan. you couldn’t stop thinking about that moment. she moved on to the back of the line as you screamed her name as loud as you could.

she continued to go down the line, trying her best to greet her fans. it was absolutely no secret she loved her fans and cared for them. they were like family. “BILLIE!” you kept yelling, occasionally throwing in an “I LOVE YOU!”. that’s when you randomly caught her attention. she looked towards you and made eye contact for the third time. she pointed her finger at you, then scrabbled away from your view. you couldn’t even believe it. THE billie eilish looked at you, made eye contact, pointed at you and told you you were pretty. you could die right there and then.

time waited as you kept blabbing about random subject with your friend, once in a while mentioning the moment you had with billie. the clocks ticked and showed the time as 17.30. that’s when the doors opened for standing tickets. people rushed into the arena and so did you. you didn’t once look back to see where your friend was. you knew that both of you were so into billie eilish, together or not you didn’t care if you got front view. the places closest to the stage, where billie could touch you if you got close. the part where people get noticed.

“you were gonna leave me like that?” you heard a voice saying behind your back. you turned around to see that it was your best friend. laughing, “i though ol you were behind me!” you exclaimed. people started filling up the area. “liarrr!” they said. time went on as you waited for billie to come up. people in the nosebleeds had also came along, filling up the venue. you went on instagram to see that billie had posted a story. “i’m comin’ mamas” it said with a picture of the crowd. you smiled at your phone.

a bit later the lights flickered, the stage speakers started making intro noise as everyone realized the concert was about to begin. you looked at the stage in excitement. that’s when she came along. billie entered the stage with the intro of bury a friend. your wildest fantasy’s were fulfilled. you jumped around the crowded area, thousands of billie fans surrounded you. fixated on the artist, you watched every move. every dance, every word she sung. you couldn’t help but feel billie’s eyes on you though. you refused to take videos in concerts, so you really couldn’t see.

that’s when it hit. the part of bittersuite.

“i don’t need to breathe when you look at me, all i see is green

and i think that were in between everything ive seen

in my dream, have it once a week, can’t land on my feet

can’t sleep, have you underneath all of my beliefs

keep it brief, i’ll wait in the suite”

and a wink following it. she had sung that whole phrase looking at you. no doubt she hadn’t. you weren’t seeing hallucinations, were you? wildest part was that she pointed at you. she pointed at you during the i’ll wait in the suite part. she did. no this wasn’t a dream.

during the last bit of the concert, you’d seen billie whisper something into the guards ear. well this could mainly be anything, but not when the guard points at you saying “the one in the blue merch?” you were wearing blue merch. okay, something was up.

the concert came to an end with one final song, and billie got off stage. you were about to join the crowd who was exiting the venue with your friend, and that’s when someone grabbed you by the arm. “hey!” you yelled offended without even seeing the person who was pulling on your arm. you turned around only for your eyes to widen, “miss eilish would like to see you in the green room. she advices me to give you this permission slip. you can ask the other guards in the arena to show you the way.” said the guard billie talked to before. “what?” you said confused. you had no clue what was going on. billie eilish wanted to see you? “i have no more information than this. you can enter the building by going towards the back of the stage, than a right. you should see a steel door with two guards. once more, if questions on how to navigate around the building; you can ask the other guards on entry.”

you stood silent. your friend watched in awe. “and before you ask, no. miss eilish only wanted you ma’am in the building. your friend cannot enter. and i’d like to apologize if i hurt your arm.” he continued before turning to another direction. you turned to your friend mouth agape, billie wants to see you?

[batmanlovesnirvana]

You know what villain I’d like to see in The Batman Trilogy ? PROFESSOR PYG. This man would fit so well in Reeves Universe. Lazlo Valentin, the pig-mask wearing, opera-singing lunatic surgeon, is the serial killer behind The Perfect Crime sidequest in the Arkham games.

This man makes Joker look sane himself.

Hell even an hallucination of the Joker considered Pyg to be too insane, you've got to be a special kind of nuts to even make someone like the Joker of all people think that. Joker will normally make a comment about the villains Batman puts away in the GCPD, the comments he makes for Pyg pretty much show that, if Joker were alive, even he would be put off by how deranged Pyg is, and this is coming from the hallucination of someone considered absolutely insane by most of Gotham City.

He honestly terrifies me. One of those Batman villains I could see some version of actually existing and its just intensely scary to me. Also the way he talks in Arkham is downright disturbing.

Professor Pyg in concept is an intriguing foil to Batman, the problem is the comics treat the character with bare minimum characterisation. Even, Hush by comparison feels nuanced and layered.

Personally prefer Gotham’s portrayal of the character. That version creeped me out, rather than the hyperbolic or shock horror version in the comics.

In conclusion, I like him a lot. I think a lot of people write him off as being a generic psycho killer or “creepy for the sake of being creepy” but I think he’s more interesting than that. It makes me wonder if those people actually even know anything about him. He does need some more fleshing out though which will hopefully come with time as he’s a relatively new addition to the rogues gallery.

[echoesofadream]

FUNNY how fans r like THISLL SHUT THE SHIPPERS UP and its a mv with a girl. ohhhkay so you mean the people who ship gay couples because i know you are not talking about the people who ship rumored straight ships because if anything the mv validates that ship bc heterosexuality. and shipping that is okay it doesnt make you a an actual shipper you know the ones who should kill themselves because the problem isnt rps its that its gay and you know it. you find it offensive that there are people who believe that your beloved artist could possibly be not straight. just admit that. but to ship him with a woman is just fine and not invasive or enforcing a sexuality on them because its just straight and normal. however to ship him with another dude are all those things and youre a freak and dont respect boundaries and IS invasive

[muncherofcontent]

theres so much 'jasons the theatre kid' and 'no but dicks the circus kid' and 'damian talks like an actual 70 year old' SHUT UP THEY ALL DRESS IN FURRY SUITS AND JUMP AROUND ON ROOF TOPS AR NIGHT?!?? THEYRE ALL FUCKIN DRAMATIC AND WEIRD OKAY

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Reading your tags it seems you’re the type to get cuteness aggression with Wally lol

homie i get cuteness aggression with Everything

[zukkaoru]

let it out, the guy who didn't like musicals // bungou stray dogs, chapters 62 & 77

[id in alt text]

[radicalposture]

actually speechless watching the way eu leaders are carrying on about supporting israel completely off their own bat

[itwoodbeprefect]

bingewatching youtube videos from mostly us americans and canadians about dutch road and city design with my jaw on the floor. oh dear god. oh dear GOD there's a lot of stuff i take for granted

[jikigo]

you ever just see a post and just

. 😭

.⬅️🫀⬅️

[strhwaberries]

okay but i need to say it, it makes me sick to think that people are willing to pay 1200$ to potentially get their y/n moment with atz

[todayisafridaynight]

Snap. Aoki plush. You can finally dunk him in milk

PLEAAAASE I WAS JUST ABOUT TO COME ON HERE AND POST ABOUT ITTTTTT

[benbamboozled]

Always important to remember that Alfred Pennyworth is NOT the Designated Sane One of the Batfam.

(And poor Tim has to apologize to him lol.)

Source is Detective Comics #664

[sophieswundergarten]

Mental Literature

Reynie had always had a habit of "writing things down" in his mind, he found it helped him remember important details and organize his thoughts. Certain words he liked, or ideas that came to him when he didn't have pen and paper handy. Often, these little notes become lists, or, less often, letters. After all, he had no one to write to at the orphanage.

The lists he used most commonly were the ones that contained new words he'd learned. When he came across one he didn't understand, he'd go get a dictionary from the reading room (One of the few books actually available at the orphanage, and one that had sat through many years of dusty disuse until Reynie had come along), looking it up and tracing the letters with his finger until he had fully absorbed the meaning.

One day, when he was sitting outside enjoying the pleasant weather while the other children ran around on the grass and played various games amongst themselves, he found himself cataloging their names. There was Susan Pennyworth, and Thomas Deerhart, and Jane Poll, and several others that moved about, swiftly engaging in a game of tag. A boy a few years older than Reynie himself walked up to where he was sitting under the ash tree. Vic Morgeroff, Reynie noted.

"What're you doing, Muldoon?" Vic asked in a bored way. Reynie wondered for a moment why he was asking, if he seemed so disinterested.

Quickly, he went through his list of new words, excited to try one out.

"I'm just enjoying the breeze under this large, deciduous ash tree, Vic. How are you doing today?"

Reynie hoped Vic would ask him what the word "deciduous" meant, as he himself had just learned earlier that day. Maybe he would even already know what it meant, since he was older than Reynie, and they could talk about it.

Vic's eyes sharpened as he listened to Reynie's response. "What did you just say, Muldoon? If that was a swear, I'm telling the director. Don't think just 'cause you're quiet and always hiding in one of your books you won't get in trouble."

"No, no," Reynie immediately jumped to correct him, "It's not a swear word, I promise. It's a word I learned this morning, it describes the tree, since it loses its leaves in the winter, as compared to an evergreen, which doesn't."

Somehow, this didn't seem to calm Vic.

"Oh? And what makes you think you can use that word, eh? Is it 'cause you're reading all the time? Think you'll impress someone? Knowing big words doesn't make you special, Muldoon. It- It just makes you a freak, who knows too much."

Apparently satisfied, Vic stalked off, shaking his head and muttering to himself, "Little weirdo, thinks he's better than everyone else."

Reynie watched him go, slightly stunned that his word had evoked such a violent outburst. After a few moments, he sighed, shoulders sagging as he shifted to lean against the tree trunk, closing his eyes. He started a new list. "Unpopular Words".

Months passed, and Reynie was summoned to the director's office.

Mr. Rutger was sitting behind his desk, tapping a pen on it when Reynie entered.

"Come in, come in." Mr. Rutger gestured with his free hand to the chair sitting across from him. Reynie sat down obediently, wondering what this was about. He hadn't caused any trouble lately, although his "Unpopular Words" list was beginning to get long enough that he'd had to start reciting it to himself in the mornings, so as to not forget any. He'd avoided Vic and his friends as much as he could, and continued to do well in all of his classes at the orphanage academy.

"Now, Reynard," Mr. Rutger set his pen down and steepled his hands together just below his face. "Do you know why I asked you to come have this little chat with me?"

Reynie shook his head. What strange thing adults do, he considered, to summon a child purposefully without telling them what is going on and then ask them what they think about it. How is the child supposed to respond?

Mr. Rutger frowned at him, as if that was the wrong answer.

"Well, Reynard, your teachers have reported to me that you've been asking about... opportunities." He said the word as though it was an oily worm that had slipped out of his mouth. "Opportunities to attend other schools. Now, why don't we talk about this? Here you're comfortable, you know how the system works. Your friends are here, and it wouldn't make sense to send you away. Besides, it's against policy for a student to be placed in an external education facility."

Reynie hadn't thought he was asking for "opportunities", he'd spoken to his teachers about taking extra classes only because he was nearing the end of the high school work books, and that was as far as the orphanage curriculum went. He was about to explain this to the director, and add that he didn't have any friends, but Mr. Rutger seemed to have decided that the conversation was over.

"There we are, Reynard." He clapped his hands together, leaning back in his chair, seemingly satisfied with his solution. "See? You'll be much happier here. Oh, and be a good lad and try to clean up that reading room you're always in; it's so dirty."

Reynie nodded, standing up and walking out of the office. He paused on the other side of the heavy doors, taking a deep breath before heading back to the room he shared with four other boys. He added "opportunities" to his list.

Not long after that, Reynie entered his first class of the day with the dull resignation to finish the last few pages of his geography workbook. He'd been trying to take as much time as possible and stretch out for as long as he could, since he knew that once this one was full he'd have to content himself with sitting in the back of the classroom and listening to the teacher go over material he had long since learned. However, upon wishing Mr. Green a good morning, he was told that he had been excused from his classes, and was to report to the main hall.

Reynie walked slowly on his way to the main part of the orphanage. He wasn't quite sure what had changed, but some part of him was hopeful that Mr. Rutget had changed his mind and would let him start taking classes somewhere else. He knew there was a local community college not too far, and he'd be happy to walk there if he could only get permission to attend.

His daydreams were shattered by the sudden image of the orphanage director's expression whenever he had approached him about... anything really. He'd asked, more than once, if they might be able to get a few more books for him to read, if the school kids might take a field trip to the museum, if there was any way that he could help pay for further education, he'd even offered to go through the orphanage's policies and Stonetown's bylaws himself to see if there was an exception or loophole that would allow him to attend the Boatwright Academy. All of these queries had ended with Mr. Rutger looking down at him, lips pursed in a sour pout. This had been going on for so long that Reynie noticed the same expression twisting Mr. Rutger's face every time he even entered the same room as Reynie.

He prepared himself to see that expression before opening the door to the main hall, but instead he found a woman. One he had never seen before and knew didn't work at the orphanage because she was wearing a lovely pink sweater over a floral patterned shirt. No one at the orphanage wore nice sweaters or bright colors. Everything there was drab, as if the color was leeched out of it upon crossing the threshold. This woman was certainly not drab, and smiled warmly at him as she rose from the table she was seated at.

Reynie smiled back at her shyly. He felt a slight, pleasant surprise at her seeming excitement to meet him. It had been a while since someone had smiled at seeing him.

"Hello, I'm Miss Perumal. I was told to wait here for a 'Reynard Muldoon'? Is that you?" The nice lady took a few steps toward him, smile faltering a bit as he hesitated.

"Oh," He started, shaking off his thoughts. "Yes, that's me. I'm Reynie." He hurried down the steps, stopping just in front of her. He paused, awkwardly trying to decide if he should shake her hand, or if she would find that "off-putting" and "too mature for a boy of his age", as his French teacher had once said.

Luckily, Miss Perumal stuck out her hand to him, her friendly smile returning in full force.

"Ah, I'm so glad. I was worried that you might have had somewhere else to be, and I was delaying you. As I said, my name is Miss Perumal, and I have been hired to be your new tutor. I am delighted to meet you Reynie. Do you prefer 'Reynie' to 'Reynard'? When I met the director he referred to you as 'Reynard', so I wanted to see what you'd like."

Reynie's mind was whirling with all that this woman said. She was "delighted" to meet him? And she wanted to know which name he preferred to be called, even after Mr. Rutger had spoken with her? He was stunned once again, and only pulled himself out of it when he realized that she was continuing to look at him, waiting for a response.

"Um, yeah. 'Reynie' is good, thank you, ma'am. You said you're my... tutor?"

Reynie wasn't entirely sure what a tutor was supposed to do. He had a vague concept of someone who is supposed to help students with their homework if they were struggling in school, because a teacher had once suggested he tutor his classmates, since he was so for ahead. It hadn't worked out, though, because only one student had approached him, and when Reynie had looked up in the middle of an excited explanation about the French Revolution, the boy had been staring at him in disgust, before abruptly pushing his chair back and leaving. Reynie had created a small mental note for himself, deciding that once he was able to think of the word without recalling that nightmarish, uncomfortable situation, he would find out exactly what the word "tutor" meant.

Miss Perumal nodded at him, her expression growing more serious.

"Yes, I am going to be your tutor. The word is often used to mean someone who will help students as a supplement to traditional teaching, but in our sense it is going to mean that I am a sort of private teacher, just for you."

Reynie appreciated that she had defined the word for him, but he was still a bit apprehensive about this strange woman. She seemed nice, but if she was just going to be a different kind of teacher, that likely meant that she would just hand him a new workbook and try to cover her surprise when he finished it in a few weeks. He didn't want her to be like that, she smiled at him and her eyes seemed kind, and he didn't want her to be just another adult who came to look at him with that distasteful expression that all of the other grown ups at the orphanage did.

But Miss Perumal wasn't finished yet.

"Now, Reynie, I understand that some students need a little bit of different help than most teachers can give them, but you aren't one of them. Mr. Rutger has shown me your transcripts, and you have excelled in every subject and class you've been placed in. You are a very gifted child, Reynie, and something tells me you haven't been given nearly enough opportunities."

She turned then, rummaging in the bag she carried over her shoulder, which Reynie had not noticed before. Producing a small book with a soft blue cloth cover, she handed it to Reynie.

"This," She explained, her smile back again, "Is for you. It's a book on Tamil, the language I grew up speaking. I really think that you'll enjoy learning it, and we might even be able to start having some conversations in it soon, if your record with the limited French available here is any indication."

Reynie accepted the book with a wondrous expression. This woman was willing to teach him, she gave him a book right after meeting him, she wanted to give him opportunities. He searched for a word to describe her, and he found so many good ones that he had to create a "Miss Perumal" list on the spot. She was glorious, she was exorbitantly compassionate, she was a paradigm he wished all adults followed, she was an assiduous researcher, and she was the antithesis to Mr. Rutger.

He took a deep breath, holding it in his chest next to the spark of hope he could feel glowing there. Running a hand over the book, he felt a smile growing on his own face. It had been a long time since he had smiled.

"Thank you, Miss Perumal. I would love to learn Tamil from you, as well as anything you'd want to teach me."

Miss Perumal looked excited, excited at the thought of teaching him. "Well, then, Reynie, I don't see any reason we shouldn't start right now." She gestured at the chair opposite the one she had been sitting in. "Why don't you begin reading through the introduction of that book, while I go over a few more of my papers. We can work on basic pronunciation once you're done."

Reynie sat down immediately, opening the book and still smiling to himself a little. He felt a lot less lonely as he began reading, and added "Friend?" to his Miss Perumal list.

[warlordfelwinter]

normal

[darkclouud9]

as im watching cleo and etho's secret life episodes all i can think is "damn, cloud is eating good" lol

wdym I'm completely normal about this SLASH JAY

PUFF I AM SHAKING YOU I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THEM WHATSOEVER WAAAAA

it took 3 seasons for us to finally get a solid Cletho team up I am biting everything in my path, om nom nom nom >:D

EATING SO GOOD SO TRUE. THEYRE FINALLY REAL !!! THEYRE NOT DIVORCED !!! THEY LOVE EACH OTHER !!! THEY GAVE EACH OTHER THEIR HEARTS !!!

I feel like I'm specifically going to watch Cleo's episode 20 thousand times, their episode was so cool. urghghghhgghgghhhg. love them so so much they're so fun.

still going insane over them when Gem and the Scotts are there and they completely defend each other sobbign. I HAD TO PAUSE AND STARE AT THE WALL WHEN CLEO SAID THEYD NEVER LEAVE ETHO, BUT WHEN I WENT BACK TO SEE IF I HEARD THAT RIGHT, I HEARD WHAT ETHO SAID 😭 they're so ❤️❤️ :)