#if you do read i wanna talk

[noes-pillow]

For the love of the blue moon, PLEASE read this if you like longform Vanoé angst. The fic completed today and I am...without words...

We'll be okay by i_write_hurt_not_comfort

72k but i promise its worth it (just mind the tags)

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[astr-hal]

the 7 angels of shimokitazawa

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo getting hit with a truth curse but instead of forcing him to admit to super sad or worrying things it’s things like “it was me who broke the remote” “I saw Mikey prank Donnie and helped hide it because it’s way funnier if he didn’t know who it was” “I rip my clothes to look more like Raph’s because he’s really cool” “my stripes aren’t even red they’re pink!”

[genericpuff]

vent post

[hanzajesthanza]

andrzej sapkowski in the witcher presents his reader with many curious and refreshing takes on the fantasy genre, such as "what if dragons were good" and "what if elves were incels"

[ruvviks]

Mikhail and Vitali were inseparable; when they weren’t studying or getting into fights, they would hang out at Mikhail’s place to smoke and get drunk on cheap rum and vodka, to then pass out in each other’s arms and sleep most of the next day away. They promised each other— no matter what would happen— they would never leave each other’s side. Yet after starting university and college respectively, they did not see each other for a little over six years, leaving them both heartbroken and wondering what went wrong.

by lucas expedidor // catch me if you can; eden // clementine von radics, from 'courtney love prays to oregon' // sam sax, cruising: a broken tiara // 'ceramic home' by heavensghost; quote from john murillo // 'something's changed' by laiikastears // i don't want to watch the world end with someone else; clinton kane // fortesa latifi, from 'the truth about grief' // audre lorde, the evening news // frank o'hara, biotherm (for bill berkson) // heading home; ruben // 'preface to a dream' by alessandra casini // tokyo; caroline kole // langston hughes, poem // haruki murakami, norwegian wood // julie buntin, marlena // by lute // by aleksandr popov // anyway; noah kahan // christa wolf, cassandra: a novel and four essays

[anonymouspuzzler]

hi friends!! it occurred to me that I haven't been able to do streaming job for a bit, *and* I'm not gonna get day job money for a week this month, *and* I'm racking up some expenses with groceries & cat care & holidays, so uh! maybe I should push my art stuff! so I'm doing that!!

if you toss me $9 USD on ko-fi (so 3 coffees) and include a request I'll do a simple ink drawing like this! (nothin' nsfw/bigoted, I reserve the right to turn down etc). you can also fill out a comm form if you want somethin more complex as I'll be workin on these on my break!

you can find links to both my ko-fi and my comm form in my pinned post if you're interested, or if not slash you don't got the money (understandable!!) I'd appreciate ya sharing this around - either way, thank you for all your kindness 'n support!!!

[front-facing-pokemon]

[shit-talker]

Batman stands for Justice.

But Robin, Robin has stood for many things through the years.

Dick Grayson, angry and young and grieving, stood for revenge. He wanted to avenge his parents and wanted others to feel the satisfaction of getting revenge, too. Until, of course, he realised that revenge was a fools game and only caused him more hurt.

Jason Todd, alone and scared and independent, stood for change. He didn't want to be on the streets anymore, and he didn't want to have to fight for every meal. He wanted every kid he knew to be happy, wanted the alley to get better, he wanted it to change. Until, of course, Joker started killing and killing and killing, and no amount of change would ever fix that, no matter how hard Jason tried.

Tim Drake, brave and smart, and so nieve, stood for hope. Hope for Batman, hope for the previous Robin, hope for the future. He saw the good others didn't, saw the potential others ignored. He saw true hope for Gotham. Until, of course, Batman died and nobody believed him and nobody had any hope, and he realised that it didn't matter how much you hoped and wished for something, sometimes you had to do it yourself.

Stephanie Brown, misjudged and kind and overlooked, stood for honesty. Her father was a liar, a villian who cared for nothing other than himself, and she'd hated that. She hated when others lied to her, hated the secrets and the deciet. She is honest. She is true, pure. Until, of course, she realises the only way to keep herself safe is to fake her death. To lie.

[stiffyck]

What do normal people who aren't obsessed with any media do in their free time

[edenfenixblogs]

Blog PSA, Life PSA, and a Word of Advice

I’m so busy today packing and will likely be busy through the weekend as well.

Sorry if you sent me asks and I’m not replying. Please know it’s because I want to wait until I can give a thoughtful reply. But I’ll be on for short bursts even if I can’t write full pieces for a little bit.

But also

I’m so annoyed that I’m so busy because all I wanna do is talk about how I completely organized a labor revolt at work and how HR and my Big Boss were powerless to stop it and my Immediate Boss was cheering me on.

Moral of the story: SUPPORT UNIONS. JOIN UNIONS.

And if you’re in a “right-to-work” state, try engaging in collective action anyway, in small ways.

[mamawasatesttube]

swear to fuckign god sometimes im like 👌 This Close to taking down sotm. and every single time i get a comment from someone with no reading comprehension who goes "I know you said no clark bashing in your authors note but hear me out: im gonna bash clark" i get a little closer

[fisheito]

Bottom yakumo fics i rotate thru bc the tag is playing games with me

EIDEN:

(Sequel) https://archiveofourown.org/works/49270402

(locked) https://archiveofourown.org/works/37453975

(locked) https://archiveofourown.org/works/48090496

KUYA (some dubcon+yaku whump):

ASTER:

QUINCY:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54831790

EDMOND: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52916077

NOT EXPLICITLY BOTTOM, BUT FITS THE SUBBY ~FEELING~

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37413112

(locked) https://archiveofourown.org/works/49106176

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50601046/chapters/128881948#workskin

[brandinotbroke]

"I don't want to get the trait mod because the game wasn't build for it" what the fuck does that even mean, you guys have a default UI, ACR, three bajillion CC hairs, clothes and furnites, a sex rug and pink flashing weed in your game but it "wasn't build for traits"???

[camellcat]

you guys I'm losing my MIND

I have NEVER seen this sort of thing in any other fandom I've been in and I LOVE IT