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[dreambaited]

what a beautiful way to end the last year of suffering. anyways we’re so back and i’ll be a delusional dnfer until i die goodnight

[ironriots]

i want more fic where crowley and aziraphale give old man energy

i want them baffling or vaguely unsettling humans who perceive them as close-in-age

i want them chumming it up with pensioners

i want slang that both of them miss

i want crowley struggling to keep up with the trends and the technology because they cycle faster and faster every year. i want him giving "how do you do, fellow kids and reddit users" energy

i want both of them sharing comfortable little anachronisms. habits and sensibilities and tastes that have stuck with them since antiquity that they can't seem to shake out of nostalgia.

[eskildit]

at this point its my headcanon that camilla was having a whole vigilante justice arc while on new rho and nona just didnt know about it. like she definitely killed that neighbor that was abusing his wife and i do not think she stopped there. <3

[starry-bi-sky]

my body's aching like a knock-down drag-out

and my poor heart is an open wound A Childhood Friends Au snippet that very briefly delves into Danny's life post-accident. CW: Mild Mentions of Blood, Violence, VERY mild gore ig. Danny briefly recalls getting impaled during a fight.

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What they don't tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it can hurt. That it can hurt more than when you were alive. That when you die, the emotions you die with stick with you like a leech that just won't let go. That emotions are ugly little thorns that stick their barbs into you and grow beneath your skin; or, at least, whatever’s left of it. 

Danny is familiar with anger. It kept him warm in Gotham, when his parents weren't home from work and he and Jason were crowding Crime Alley with their presence. It kept him warm in Amity, when the fresh sting of moving was still needling into his heart and he wanted nothing more than to rip and tear into the closest person next to him.

He's familiar with violence. With fights. With death. He's seen people die in Crime Alley probably every day. From overdose, from gunshots, from stab wounds; anything that can kill, rest assured he's seen it. He's familiar with getting his own knuckles rough and bloody when other kids turn and bare their teeth at him and Jason; they're all just starving dogs stuck in a fighting pit, primed and ready to rip out each other's throats. 

Black eyes, stomped hands, bloody noses. You name it; he’s had it. Gotham is paved with the blood of her children, and Danny likes to imagine that when he was born, the doctors handed his mother a file and told her; “Take it. He’s going to need it for his teeth.” 

Danny’s mom (and dad, for that matter) was too busy trying to keep him and Jazz fed, so Danny stole the file from her drawer with Jazz’s help, and did it himself.  

He’s familiar with anger, he thought he was getting better at it these days. It doesn’t come to him as easily as it did before. Of course, that was before Jason died. 

Danny is less familiar with grief. Caring kills and Gotham kills the caring, so Danny cares very little about other people. Or he tries to. But grief hurts. His grief hurts. It hurts too much. It hurts like a bug trying to crawl out of his chest; like a rat chewing a hole through his heart. Some days he wants to dig his hands into his hair and split himself down the middle. Some days he just wants to scream. 

He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead. 

He wants the whole city to hear him wailing, some days. It sticks itself in the back of his throat like bile, and Danny is one wrong retch away from letting it loose. It sticks in his lungs like all the tar he’s smoked in since he was nine. It pushes and aches at his temples, in his head, like his brain is trying to swell out of his skull. His thoughts becoming so loud they threaten to commandeer his tongue.  

He has no mouth, but he must scream. 

Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it hurts more than when you were alive. Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it’s violent. That it’s bloody. Or as bloody as it can be when everyone has no blood. 

Another thing they don’t tell you about being dead, is that it’s a lot like Gotham that way.

With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies forget death itself. Blood comes easy, like water, and teeth are encouraged. Bring your own fangs to the fight. Dying is something you can just walk off. 

Danny’s been dead for three months. He can’t say he’s been walking it off easy. He’s perfected the art of turning his nails into claws since his heart was still beating, but he can’t say he’s perfected fighting other ghosts. 

Scrappy is just not enough. 

He feels like he’s back in Gotham again. Back in her death-shroud alleyways, fighting someone bigger than him. But there’s no Jason to watch his back, and Danny has to get himself out of there alone. Or he might just not get up at all. 

Black eyes, busted lips. It’s familiar to him like an old scent, Danny isn’t quite sure that he’s missed it. It’s more familiar than his fights with Dash. 

But there’s no one else who can do it but him. Not Sam, not Tucker. He can’t lose them too. He can’t. He can’t. He can’t. His heart can’t take another break, he already feels like he’s going insane. 

With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies fight like death themself. He learns why when Technus puts a street sign through his stomach one day. It pins him to the asphalt like a moth pinned by its wings. 

Danny claws at the metal like how an animal caught in a trap chews off its leg, and every move is blinding pain. He thinks he was howling, but it’s hard to tell. He couldn’t recognize the sound of his voice. 

He bleeds green. It mixes in black with the pitch blackhole in his heart, which throbs and twists and cries in time with his reckless panic. The finger-choking terror of dying again strangles out the air he doesn’t need. His blood evaporates, only to reabsorb into him. It just bleeds out again, cycling like a snake eating its own tail. 

Danny breaks his nails clawing at the metal, and eventually gets it in his mind to pull it out. So he does, and the end drips ectoplasm green as he gets to his feet. In red-vision, Danny sends the sign back with snarling, vicious fervor. The pain is irrelevant in his rage.

Only after the fight does the hole the pole left start to close. Danny doesn’t shift human until it’s gone. Unlike other injuries, a scar stays behind. Ugly; mottled, it aches for a week with every twist and stretch his body makes. He hates it. 

Being dead is agony. 

Every part of him is in pain. Every step, every word he speaks, everything he does, it is prerequisite with pain. The body is temporary, but the soul is forever, and death has carved into it with its freezing green hands and left him with never-ending heartache. It has torn from him and stolen what of him it could, and in return it’s left him with sorrow. 

His pain is his grief, and he’s sobbed in the safety of his room more times than he can count. It’s still as fresh as the day he heard the news of Jason’s death. He knows, instinctively, that it will stay fresh forever. 

In his room, Danny shoves his hands over his mouth and shrieks in whatever, muffled way he can into his pillow. It’s not enough. It’s never enough. He needs to be louder. He needs to be heard. He refuses to be. 

Being dead hurts. 

[thecryptidart1st]

Help Wanted 2 may be my favorite FNAF game

[thlassicalamity]

learning after effects by. doing whatever this is, apparently

[atorionsbelt]

it’s honestly insane how fast ted lasso went from being a series i casually enjoyed, to one that activated my ancient rooted hyperfixation tunnel vision and dormant power of getting severely attached to new fictional characters. i wonder what changed (it started to be about gay people)

[cuubism]

dear dreamling friends who like to write equestrian aus or medieval fics with lots of horse riding. as a person who's been working with horses for a very long time i feel compelled to share with you some things.

1 - hay is extremely scratchy and itchy. it is not comfortable to lie in. it is not comfortable even to touch. it is full of dust and tiny particles and it WILL get everywhere. in... crevices. please don't make the characters have sex in the hay unless you want them to suffer. hay is also usually packed in very tight, heavy bales, not big soft piles to lie in. straw is slightly better, i've found it to be a little softer, but it's still going to get everywhere. if you really want them to have sex in the hay, throw down a blanket or something, for the sake of the poor characters not getting tiny itchy hay particles in their junk XD

2 - when riding you don't really squeeze with your knees or thighs to ask the horse to move forward. i see this in fics all the time and it's my personal pet peeve XD. instead, you use your lower leg and heel, as well as the balance of your seat (how you sit in the saddle). the horse isn't going to feel your knee and thigh through the saddle as much as they feel your lower leg, which lies directly against their side. you do use your thighs for balance and steadiness. you actually DON'T want to pinch with your knee and balance that way. you might use your thigh a bit more if riding bareback, but even then it's really your lower leg, and your balance that the horse is responding to.

3 - riding two people to one horse isn't really feasible or safe. don't get me wrong, it's romantic and sexy and i've absolutely put that one in stories regardless XD but facts are there is not enough space in a saddle for two people. if riding double, one person is going to be directly on the horse's back behind the saddle - don't do this in real life, it's not safe and it's kind of unfair to the horse too, that lower part of their back near their hips is the weakest part of the spine. if you want the characters to ride double, bareback is going to be easier (still wouldn't recommend it in real life).

this is not a call out, just a few things i've noticed 😂 do as you like, it's fiction after all. if you have questions about horses or horse riding for things you're putting in your stories, feel free to hit me up

[prydoniantrash]

sorry man. it was pretty irrational of me but I seem to have put your boyfriend under a square root and he isn't real anymore :/ gl getting him back

[ilkkawhat]

What are your top 5 Ilkka gifs?

hard to pick just five so i'm doing 5 that i've made and 5 that others made lol

mine:

not mine that I drool over constantly (and link below should go to the OP's post which i recommend reblogging a million times):

[jordankennedy]

i love how everyone who records statements has their own little way of doing the intro/case number/notation it’s such a fascinating little detail

[truly-sincerely]

So kissies will happen in Patch 8, then yes?

[ardate]

One thing I love about Dungeon Meshi - that I have neither read nor watched yet and only get subjected to through my dash - is how much the fandom seems to love Every single one of those fuckers.

Unlike the usual, I don't see Only one or two over-popular guys, there's so much love for everyone in this story from the fandom.

Honestly I think it's a good sign.

[kissporsche]

there's just something different about pete in the epilogue. he seems so much more settled in his own skin, he takes the time to consider what he's hearing, what he wants to say, how he wants to touch. there's a general sense of calmness that I think can only have come from a significant amount of introspection while vegas was unconscious, after the intense emotional whirlwind of the attempted coup and his resignation.

pete said himself he tries to live in the present, and i think part of that has been a defense mechanism, trying to not self-analyse too deeply or he'll have to confront the emptiness lurking there ("no. I've always been useless."). but after the finale, after finally owning up to what he truly wants and going after it, pete has had time to look at those choices he made in a desperate situation and has had to confront himself about them.

so when vegas asks him why he's still here, he takes a moment to really think about it. and unlike when vegas asked him before at the safehouse why he came back, he actually answers. he gives an answer that could have seemed flippant, but there's nothing but sincerity in the way it's delivered. he can't go anywhere else. and then: he just wants to follow his heart.

it's not a complicated answer. but it's what he didn't understand or couldn't face up to before, and he can only do so now because he isn't hiding away from himself any more. he knows that this was a choice he made and he will stand by it, keep making it, because it's what he wants. he seems so comfortable in his own skin in a way he hasn't before because now he isn't just living in the present: he's thinking about the past and what it will take to live with that, and most importantly he's thinking about the future and the life they could build together. the life he wants to build together.

and that conviction that he wants to keep following his heart gives us a version of pete who is so much more whole than any we've seen before

[wixhing0nastar]

Never gonna stop sobbing over how shocked Yang is to hear Blake say she loves her. 😭

Like, girl had no idea despite Blake practically throwing herself at her ever since they landed in the Ever After.

[problem-of-ros]

it’s really important to have an awareness of how personally and directly engaging with a work of art in the solitude of your own mind is functionally different from participating in a community centered around creating, sharing and enjoying fanworks of said work of art. both are precious and important but they are different. im not saying one is more valuable or more intellectual! you should do both and you should understand how each affects your mind