#like when the hell did it get this long

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I know those eyes.

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[hinamie]

august

[breakthesword]

no point in pitting mark against mark. innie mark & outtie mark are both valid in their feelings & lives. they both struggle to empathize w the other bc it’s extremely hard to empathize when it’s through a screen. when u don’t know the person. imagine it then also being YOU?? so u think u know what this person needs, wants, how they’ll just agree with you, etc. imagine just having a steady, baseline hatred for urself & then trying to empathize w another version of urself that u can never speak to face to face. then imagine being that other version & helping this woman u know get out of a terrible situation bc it’s the right thing to do & then watching her turn into a stranger. u can follow that stranger & end ur life, or u can turn around and live. neither mark is wrong for what they’re doing. they both love someone & want to live. helly and mark deserve to have a life together & gemma deserves to have her husband follow her out to freedom. that’s the whole point. severance is fucked up & no one wins except lumon. these are the consequences, & everyone’s just trying their best

[serpenera]

Chu ❤️

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

good night and sweet dreams to the best, sexiest, sluttiest, smartest, realest, most based, valid, relatable, girlipop, sympathetic, cunt, fun, cool, feminist, aspirational girlboss character in dead boy detectives: doll spider <3

good night to her and no one else. i hope the rest of y’all have a bad night and terrible dreams.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

do todoroki and izuku ever figure out they’re in love with each other

Not in pez. I doubt I’ll ever continue this universe past the ending point of pez, but I do have a way I imagine them getting together in the future.

They don’t get together until after the final battle with AfO. There’s a moment in the aftermath while the dust is still settling where no one is certain if Izuku survived. He and AfO had fought until the air burned with energy, until the sky glowed green with lightning. It ended with them crashing back to the earth like fallen angels, and then the entire world falling silent.

There’s a crater where they landed, and no one climbs out from it.

Mirio’s the first one to rush into the battlefield. His body moved before he could think. He screams Izuku’s name until he’s hoarse, and Aizawa has to restrain him before he tries to climb into the crater himself.

That’s the moment Todoroki realizes that he wants to tell Izuku he’s in love with him. The moment where he’s not certain if it’s too late.

Izuku survives, of course. He clambers out of the crater, falls to his knees, and gives Mirio a small nod. Then, he throws one fist in the air, and entire world knows that he won.

Mirio and Aizawa are helping him out of the carnage when Todoroki stumbles up to them. Cameras are filming, the entire world is watching, their entire class is swarming next to them, and Todoroki just can’t wait any longer. He waited too long as it was.

He tells Izuku he’s in love with him. He’s sorry. He knows Izuku doesnt feel the same way and he doesn’t want anything to change between them. But he’s been in love with him since they were kids and he needs Izuku to know.

And Izuku stares at him a beat and says. I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.

And Todoroki says. What.

And Izuku says. Yeah. Since we were like. Fifteen.

And Todoroki says that he’s been in love with Izuku since they were fifteen.

And Izuku is like. No way.

And Todoroki says: “I thought you were in love with Iida.”

And Izuku says: “I thought you were in love with Iida.”

And Iida, who is also there, says: “WHAT”

Everyone is exceedingly lucky that they are all so relieved that Izuku did not die in a terrible passion because otherwise Iida would kill them both with his bare hands. How could they have both subjected him to years of completely unrestrained pining for one another because they both wrongly assumed that the other was in love with HIM.

Izuku, as if it were obvious: you were the obvious choice

Todoroki, also as if it were obvious: anyone would be in love with you Iida

The rest of the class: *nods, murmurs of acknowledgment*

Iida: *has to go lie down in one of the ambulances*

After that, Todoroki and Izuku are officially together. They are immediately subjected to the rest of the class unloading several years worth of shit onto them for taking this long to figure it out.

This is a mistake on the class’s part, because they are the biggest assholes around. After two days of being teased for how slow they were, they announce their engagement. Every single time someone tries to explain to them it’s absolutely fucking insane to get engaged after two days of dating, they double down say, “I’m sorry, I thought we were doing this too slow” and insist this isn’t just to get back at everyone for being assholes about how long it took them.

This is a lie. They are absolutely faking the engagement and doing this to get back at everyone.

Iida argues with them for several hours and then has to go lie down.

Anyway they completely forget they did this, date for a lovely year and a half, and Todoroki proposes to Izuku at a tasteful dinner in the countryside following several weeks of psychological warfare because both realized the other was going to propose and spent several weeks sabotaging the other’s attempts so that way they could beat them to the punch. Todoroki ended up winning after recruiting All Might, Inko, and Eri into his scheme, which Izuku insists was an underhanded move in between bouts of crying from joy.

They announce their engagement to their friends and families like it’s somehow a new development, which makes them remember that they were already officially engaged and have been for years. This reveals that their engagement was, in fact, a sham meant to get back at everyone for how much shit they gave them, which makes Iida spend several hours alternating between congratulating them, crying a bit, telling them how genuinely happy he is for them, and shouting at them for faking an engagement and then forgetting about it. And then he has to go lie down.

They have a very lovely wedding that absolutely everyone cries at, and that has so many heroes in attendance that Japan had to fly in heroes from other countries to handle the shortfall in labor. Mirio is Izuku’s best man and Momo is Todoroki’s, and they’ve already agreed have to pick a venue with an extra large space for the altar because the entire class is in their wedding party.

They wanted to have their parents walk them down the aisle, but there’s obvious issues with Endeavor. Izuku has Inko and All Might walking him down, and Todoroki was going to just have his Mom do it alone, until Iida barreled in asserting his rights as Todoroki’s teen dad. It wasn’t easy but by god he raised them well and he’s earned this. He labored as the dad friend he agonized and he is owed this by right.

Iida cries openly while giving Todoroki away. It’s very dramatic.

Iida, sobbing in the row reserved for parents of the grooms, holding hands with Inko who is also sobbing: I’m sorry, it’s just, they grow up so fast

Dabi, sitting in the row behind him, here because Fuyumi threatened his life if he didn’t come, with open disgust: you’re the same goddamn age.

There’s a line out the door to give speeches. None of them were planned for, save Mirio and Momo, but no one tried to stop them either. Everyone had something to say.

They live in a small, cozy house, and they get a dog and a cat, and the dog is mostly Izuku’s and the cat is mostly Todoroki’s, and their couch is rarely empty. There’s so many people who love them to fill it. Izuku is always on his bullshit, and Todoroki is never more than a step behind, and Iida spends the rest of his life blaming them for his impending grey hairs, but he’s always right there with them.

They have all the love they never thought they’d have, and they’re happy together. For the rest of their lives, they’re happy.

[galacticlamps]

ok I have A Lot of thoughts about the staircase confession (well really about Edwin's whole character arc, but all roads lead to rome) but for now I just wanna say that, yes, I was bracing myself for something to go terribly wrong when I first watched it, and yes, part of me was initially worried its placement might be an uncharacteristically foolish choice made in the name of Drama or Pacing or Making a Compelling Episode of Television but at the expense of narrative sense--

But I wanna say that having taken all that into account, and watched it play out, and sat with it - and honestly become rather transfixed by it - I really think it's a beautifully crafted moment and truly the only way that arc could've arrived at such a satisfying conclusion.

And if I had to pinpoint why I not only buy it but also have come to really treasure it, I'd have to put it down to the fact that it genuinely is a confession, and nothing else.

That moment is an announcement of what Edwin has come to understand about himself, but because it takes the form of a character admitting romantic feelings for such a close friend, I think it can be very easy, when writing that kind of thing, to imbue it with other elements like a plea or a request or even the start of a new relationship that, intentionally or not, would change the shape of the moment and can quickly overshadow what a huge deal the telling is all on its own. But that's not the case here. Since it is only a confession, unaccompanied by anything else, and since we see afterward how it was enough, evidently, to fix the strangeness that had grown between him & Charles, we're forced to understand that it was never Edwin's feelings that were actually making things difficult for him - it was not being able to tell Charles about them. 'Terrified' as he's been of this, Edwin learns that his feelings don't need to either disappear completely or be totally reciprocated in order for him to be able to return to the peace, stability, and security of the relationship with which he defines his existence - and the scale of that relief a) tells us a hell of a lot about Edwin as a character and b) totally justifies the way his declaration just bursts out of him at what would otherwise be such a poorly chosen moment, in my opinion.

Whether or not they are or ever could be reciprocated, Edwin's feelings are definitively proven not to be the problem here - only his potential choice to bottle it up - his repression - is. And where that repression had once been mainly involuntary, a product of what he'd been through, now that he's got this new awareness of himself, if he still fails to admit what he's found either to himself or to the one person he's so unambiguously close with, then that repression will be by his own choice and actions.

And he won't do that. Among other things, he's coming into this scene having just (unknowingly) absolved the soul of his own school bully and accidental killer by pointing out a fact that is every bit as central to his self-discovery as anything about his sexuality or his attraction to Charles is: the idea that "If you punish yourself, everywhere becomes Hell"

So narratively speaking, of course it makes sense that Edwin literally cannot get out of Hell until he stops punishing himself - and right now, the thing that's torturing him is something he has control over. It's not who he is or what he feels, but what he chooses to do with those feelings that's hurting him, and he's even already made the conscious choice to tell Charles about them, he was just interrupted. But now that they're back together and he's literally in the middle of an attempt to escape Hell, there is absolutely no way he can so much as stop for breath without telling Charles the truth. Even the stopping for breath is so loaded - because they're ghosts, they don't need to breathe, but also they're in Hell, so the one thing they can feel is pain, however nonsensical. And Edwin certainly is in pain. But whether he knows what he's about to do or not when he says he 'just needs a tick,' a breather is absolutely not what's gonna give him enough relief to keep climbing - it's fixing that other hurt, though, that will.

Like everything else in that scene, there's a lot of layers to him promising Charles "You don't have to feel the same way, I just needed you to know" - but I don't think that means it isn't also true on a surface level. It's the act of telling Charles that matters so much more than whatever follows it, and while that might have gone unnoticed if anything else major had happened in the same conversation, now we're forced to acknowledge its staggering and singular importance for what it is. The moment is well-earned and properly built up to, but until we see it happen in all its wonderful simplicity, and we see the aftermath (or lack thereof, even), we couldn't properly anticipate how much of a weight off Edwin's shoulders merely getting to share the truth with Charles was going to be, why he couldn't wait for a better, safer opportunity before giving in to that desire, or how badly he needed to say it and nothing else - and I really, really love the weight that act of just being honest, seen, and known is given in their story/relationship.

[normieauaskblog]

Autistic meltdown

Yeah this is the post this week lol

Just a shitty doodle

Its just edd having an autistic meltdown because err hashtag relatable

[superbat-lmao]

Jason is never brought back, and instead of being lost in the time stream, Bruce dies. And realizes there’s an afterlife.

(Given that Bruce knows magic is real it’s not that much of a leap to realize there’s an afterlife. Of course, the bigger realization for him was that he ended up in heaven of all places.)

Bruce gets to see his parents. He spends all of his time with them, getting to know them, explaining his life to them. They have all the time in the world and Bruce feels a sense of peace he hadn’t felt when he was alive. By the time he gets to explaining his children, actually getting to tell his parents that they have grandchildren, he realizes they’ve stopped talking.

The novelty still hasn’t worn off for them, for Bruce getting to have real conversations with them and for his parents actually getting to see their son again. It’s no surprise that it knocks the wind out of Bruce when he remembers. Remembers that he’s dead. That his son is dead. That it doesn’t seem like a bad thing anymore because it means he can finally see him again.

But his parents have a weird look on their faces. They had all pushed through the awkwardness, how Bruce wasn’t their little boy anymore but a stoic adult who has techniques for withstanding torture and lacks emotional vulnerability. How Bruce hadn’t gotten a chance to actually know Thomas and Martha beyond scattered society stories that painted a caricature of who he’s talking to now.

But when he realizes that Jason is here, Bruce lights up. He can finally see his son.

So he asks his parents how to visit Jason. His parents had mentioned spending time with their own parents, meeting family members from different generations, how eventually Bruce would get to meet them too, he knows they know how to navigate the afterlife. And he’s finally ready to learn.

When Bruce asks, Thomas excuses himself from the conversation. Says that there’s someone Bruce has to talk to and he needs to go get them.

Martha waits with him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Thomas comes back with a blonde woman that Bruce almost doesn’t recognize. She looks nothing like her picture in his files, or the one Jason kept on his desk.

Thomas and Martha give Bruce and Catherine space while they talk about Jason.

She explains how when Jason had first come to the afterlife, Thomas and Martha had reached out. How the four of them had talked, bonded, grown close. How it had taken Jason time to emotionally recover from his death, from the betrayal of his Mother. From what he felt was the betrayal of his Father.

Jason didn’t want to see him.

Catherine had tried to explain, but Bruce hadn’t been able to follow much of the conversation after that revelation.

His son, who Bruce had turned into a cautionary tale for his other children, who he had missed every single day, who he had grieved and torn himself apart over, didn’t want to see him. And Bruce deserved it. Had chosen to get into a helicopter and left him standing in the sand. Had buried him.

Catherine is far gentler about it than he deserves. Says that Jason loved him, was grateful for everything, but just wasn’t ready.

He would still agree to seeing Thomas and Martha, still saw them as his grandparents, but couldn’t handle seeing Bruce, even if he missed him. Dying didn’t fix everything, the afterlife wasn’t some solution to all of the problems people had when they were alive. The afterlife was just the ability to have more time. And people didn’t come back from what Jason went through easily. Catherine tells him in no uncertain terms that Bruce will have to regain Jason’s trust. If he actually is interested in getting to see him.

Bruce tells her he will do anything to see Jason again. She nods and tells him she’ll keep in touch.

So he waits.

And waits.

And sees his parents, his grandparents, his great grandparents.

And waits.

He waits so long that he sees Harvey.

He sees Talia.

He sees Alfred.

After that, the waiting doesn’t feel quite the same. After all, he eventually sees Dick, again.

Bruce spends his time in the afterlife waiting for his children, and he is both saddened and relieved when he finally gets to see them again.

Dick, thankfully, is first. Bruce is also thankful he had to wait so long to see him again.

Eventually, after long, long lives, they’re all back together. With some new additions. Bruce gets Tim and Damian and Cass and grandchildren and so many people he has missed. Selina visits on “Tuesdays” and eventually he has a new level of normal for his afterlife. Of getting to see his family, his friends.

Dick is the one that eventually tells him.

He doesn’t say much, exactly. Can’t tell him how he is or anything concrete, but he says that he’s seen Jason. That some of the others have also been to see him.

Bruce tries to respond, to have something to say to that, but he can’t. The afterlife isn’t painless, and there’s nothing he can say that won’t hurt whoever he says it to. So he nods at Dick, places his hand on his son’s shoulder, and lets it be.

If linear time existed in the afterlife, then Bruce could say he’d been here longer than he’d ever been alive. Long enough that even Clark stops by occasionally.

It’s rare for him to be alone now. If he wanted it, sought it out, there is always someone for him to be able to talk to, spend time with. But sometimes, if he wandered out a little too far, he could find a small brook he used to play in as a kid, before the West end of the property had dried up.

Here, his Father had “built” a small bridge over the brook. It was part of a footpath that traveled through this part of the afterlife. If he squinted, Bruce could pretend he saw the West wing of the manor, and in the other direction, the edge of Gotham proper.

Clark would have called him Huckleberry if he’d seen him, one leg dangling over the edge of the bridge, the other bent, lying on his back. He could pretend he felt the wood grain, or maybe even a splinter as he listened to the flow of the water. Bruce had closed his eyes, wondering if now that he was dead and the brook wasn’t dried up, if it had fish in it. If it was someplace he could take Dick fishing. He’d gotten it into his head recently that he wanted to try a bunch of father-son bonding activities with both of his dads, so Bruce and John had been making a list.

Between one second and the next, Bruce felt a presence next to him. You didn’t have to travel on foot in the afterlife, or stick to any sort of conventions from being alive really, it was more of a courtesy thing than anything else.

When Bruce opened his eyes, he expected to see Tim, who broke those sorts of conventions more frequently than his siblings. Bruce had a feeling it had something to do with the boy’s obsession with science fiction, but he also presumed it was because he knew Bruce really didn’t mind.

When he glanced up at his son, Bruce lost all pretense of maintaining the “body” that was lying on the bridge. He would have said his heart stopped if he’d still had one. As it was, blinking, breathing, any of the processes that emulated life that people unconsciously maintained here, stopped.

Jason wasn’t even looking at him and Bruce couldn’t take his eyes off his son’s face, unwilling to jeopardize whatever this was.

He looked older, his jawline more defined and he sat taller, legs dangling off the bridge. Age was a funny thing in the afterlife, you could control how you appeared to others, but your mental state usually drew you towards a particular age. For his children, they mostly appeared in their 20s. Bruce kept himself in his 30s or 40s, unless his parents asked. Jason, if Bruce had to guess, was about 20, maybe 22 at the oldest.

When Jason finally looked over at him, he remembered how to breathe. He tried to clear his throat, to think of something to say, to tell Jason how much he missed him, how much he loved him, but all that came out was a strangled gasp. And then he was talking.

“Alfred said that what happened to me was a tragedy. Dick called it a nightmare. At first, Mom didn’t know how to talk about it since being a vigilante was hard for her to picture. She still doesn’t really get it, but I can’t exactly blame her. We led pretty odd lives for a while there.”

“I’ve met Tim and Damian and Cass, you know? Met their partners, their children. They’ve told me a few stories. How some cases went, missions with the League. Their own hero teams. I think Tim was the most excited to talk to me, not so sure about the others.”

“You’ve still got Alfred in your corner, although it’s odd seeing Dick argue for you. One thing about this place is that your memories don’t stay fuzzy or nothing, so all those fights you guys had? Crystal clear. Actually thought he’d take a swing at me once, not that it’d do anything. Still, glad you guys ended up figuring it out and all.”

“Mom said she came to see you when you got here. I’m assuming that’s why I haven’t seen you, although that’s a surprise too, you actually listening when someone asks you not to do something. The way the others talk about you I’d think you became Big Brother after I left. Worse than Babs even.”

“I’ve tried thinking about it. I mean, it’s been years since it happened and all but. I still don’t know what there is to say. Everyone’s been trying to convince me that you’d actually want. Well, that you’d want to see me. Talk or something.”

“But I know what I did. What happened. It’s why I left, I knew that you didn’t. That you wouldn’t ask me to leave, but that. You didn’t want me to stay.”

As he’d talked, Jason’s gaze had drifted back towards the water below them. His tone, retrospective and light, changed. Accusatory.

“It’s fucked up that you kept the suit, Bruce. No one wanted to admit it, but I know about the case. At least it meant I knew what you wanted was Robin, you enshrined the damn thing. So, yeah. I took off. Not like it worked out much better but it’s too late now. I don’t know what you want me to say. I figured dying would at least get me out of the lecture but I can’t even have that now.”

“So. Tell Dick this is me paying back that favor I owed him. Or whatever, I don’t really care. But everyone can stop coming around and all. I’ve said what I wanted to. I’ll hear you out and then I say we’re square.”

Jason had been looking away from him still, but when he got to the end of what was likely a prepared speech, he finally looked at Bruce. His face went slack in surprise. Bruce could have laughed at the expression if he wasn’t already crying.

“Jason. You are my son, even if,” Bruce took a breath. “Even if you don’t see me as your father. I never would have asked you to leave because I never wanted you to go. I can’t imagine- I love you. I have missed you every day since I lost you. I did not handle loosing you well. I understand that you’re upset and I think there’s a lot we should talk about. Even- especially if it’s going to be difficult. I am so sorry, Jason. None of it was your fault - it was mine. Please. Please let me try to- I don’t want to lose you again.”

[hislittleraincloud]

Yeah, there's something fucked about Brazilians. IDGAF if I sound xeno. There is something culturally fucked that they would sexualize every roommate pairing.

This is the kind of sexualization that the conservatives cry about happening (i.e. they get gay panicked around gays/queers bc they think we're all predatory and looking at them like we want to fuck them). The 🏳️‍🌈 are doing it. The boys can't just be roommates without these fucks wanting to imagine them wanting to suck eachothers' dicks.

[fisheito]

devs Pranked me again. Got me [ENGAGED] and[[ABSORBED. ]] 😠😠😠😠

[ociels]

his brother died and one of his first thoughts were that it should’ve been him instead because now people are going to be disappointed…

[beeduoo]

originnssssss who remembers origins i Loved origins

[vivalas-vega]

ok so… I did a thing today. I cut off basically the past eight years of my life (I did hear taylor swift singing can’t believe I gave you all that youth for free over and over in my head while doing it) and I am LIBERATED. I am FREE. it was overdue, he didn’t treat me nicely, but I was too much of a loyal lover girl to leave his loser ass. BUT I DID IT. I’M OUT BITCHES (said with love). idk someone tell me they’re proud of me. it needed to happen but it was scary and still is. he sucked but he was my best friend 🙄 idk what the hell to do now

[fingertipsmp3]

God grant me the strength not to reply “there are other books you could read and other films you could watch. Hope this helps 🤞” to all the HP fans whinging about JKR’s latest tirade, specifically because of how it affects their enjoyment of the franchise

[pocketramblr]

Some super doodles before I focus on work and writing

"family resemblance 🤨", "Pocket experiences the hubris of thinking she can fix Black Zero", and "why is there an aquaman superboy here"