#my younguns

[moonahsrobin]

Look how young

[kneehighcrocs]

havwnt even finished the show yet. had to draw them anyway,,

[isthei]

upon discovering that THE PUNKNOIR NATION WAS ON TUMBLR ALL ALONG,

i would like to inquire if there are punknoirs who would be interested in my (incredibly unfinished) time travel au fic

excerpt in image below

(pls drop a reply if yes im way more likely to work on this if i can to talk abt this with someone)

[mannequinswithkillappeal]

I love being Old and unashamedly into the things I love. it's the best.

[ostensiblyfunctional]

The unofficial slogan of Lamia Scale is "METAPHORICAL!" shouted at the top of your lungs, because when people give you the side-eye for your guild being named after child-eating snake monsters, you start having fun with your response instead of explaining, for the nth time, that this guild is full of serial adopters and no, children do not get eaten here, they form into roving brat packs and pick a guildmate to terrorize for the day like a murder of crows eyeing up the fries you have in your hand

[melodiclune]

I am genuinely grateful for your advice, it's really helpful. Thank you 💛

I gotchu. Anytime, Ish!

[one-winged-dreams]

I suddenly was hit with the thought of us oc f/o havers like @dearly-beeloved and her occult partners, @kylars-princess and her emo guys (one of which is ALSO occult), (space saved for dae 👀) and even me and Aki (OCCULT™) like

all in a room together

And other Adri (don't think about it too hard) who is ALSO goth as all fuck comes in with Jacob who is literally just Some Dad™ and Jacob just gives one of those pure sunshine smiles before going "Do any of you have any dietary restrictions?"

Edit: @mihari YOU JUST LIKED THIS POST AND I FORGOR ABOUT ONE OF THE OCCULT OC F/O HAVERS OF ALL TIME, GET IN HERE

[stupid-elf]

Okay dandy, what is "it's not about the bread"? I recognized everything else

Ah! It's not about the bread is a phrase fairly common in marriage counseling/relationship advice circles. It comes from a popular anecdote of a husband in counseling saying his wife is always blowing up at him about petty things, like buying the wrong brand of bread. The therapist asks the wife why she's upset about the bread, and she says it's because he is chronically inattentive to her and their collective needs so she ends up carrying the slack. It's not about the bread: It's about what's manifesting through the bread

Humans are not rational creatures, we're rationalizing. It takes a lot of self awareness to be in one's own head and go "oh. I'm not upset about the bread, I'm mad because this is the third time this week and the twentieth time this month I have to come up with a new dinner plan because this idiot fucked up." However, it takes much less awareness to look at one's partner and go "hm. That was an outsized reaction. Something larger than what set this off is probably going on."

Once you've realized there's something going on, partners can begin working towards a solution. You have to pull back the rug to find what's been swept under it.

Emotions all have causes. Sometimes they're bigger than they seem like they should be, and sometimes the cause is buried deep in the unconscious parts of the brain, but there's always a reason. Part of loving someone is trying to understand them, and part of understanding them is sussing out when it's about the bread... And when you should maybe start writing a more detailed grocery list

[drunkenhills]

Being in my 30s is having random ass pains in my body and finally realising Peter Capaldi as the Doctor is in fact incredibly attractive

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

i dunno i think it was just so sad when i saw all the other honors students with their faculty mentors and meanwhile mine was like “do i have to sign a form? no? okay. when you said ‘oral presentation’ i was thinking you’d be giving a presentation. not a poster. okay bye.”

[coffee-n-some-cream]

smashing tphones

Raph lands on the roof next to Casey and gives him a once over. The guy is doubled over, his hands on his knees, gasping. He pushes the hockey mask up, revealing a face that is tomato-red and covered in sweat. Raph smirks. You’d never catch any of his brothers looking like that after a run that easy. Casey catches his eye and gives him the stink-eye.

“Outta shape, Jones?”

“Fuck you, man.” Casey straightens and rolls his shoulders back, trying to expand his torso and give his lungs more room to expand. “Still not used to this… rooftop-jumping shit. My radius used to be….” He gulps, “way smaller.”

Raph snorts and gestures over the side of the building. “Your ‘radius’ used to be, uh, the alleyway behind your apartment, right?”

Casey manages a breathy chuckle and nods. “Yeah, pretty much.”

Casey’s apartment building was Raph and Casey’s meetup spot. It was where every night out patrolling and busting heads began and ended. The ‘began’ part makes a lot of sense. Need a rendezvous point of some kind. But the ‘ended’ part makes less sense. They didn’t need a designated spot to say goodnight at. Once they decided to call it a night, Casey could head home and Raph could find the nearest sewer lid. But the first time they went out and patrolled together, just a week after they first met, was one of the best times of Raph’s life. They were just… in sync! Like they could read each other’s minds. Don’t get him wrong, patrolling with his brothers was great. But with Casey, it was the most natural, most alive he’d ever felt. They were always on the same page. Afterwards, when Raph was breathless and couldn’t stop grinning, the last thing in the fucking world he wanted to do was crawl back into the sewers. So he ran back to the meetup spot with Casey, enjoying the breeze on his skin and the friend at his side as long as he could. And then, he just kept doing it. It was totally dumb and unnecessary, but he liked doing it. He kind of felt like he was walking him home, actually. Which makes it sound pretty dumb. But Casey’s either never thought about it, or it’s never bothered him, because he’s never brought it up.

Raph snorts again and hops over the edge of the roof. He lands on the fire escape that leads to Casey’s bedroom window and looks out over the poorly-lit alleyway. There’s a dumpster, a bike, a drain. It’s dank and smelly and a pretty ideal place to do some shady shit. Raph turns and glances up to see Casey peering down at him.

“You just used to sit right here all night?”

“Yep.” Casey jumps, and the fire escape rattles precariously as he lands. “For hours.” He laughs to himself. “I’d go back in and there’d be deep red lines on my ass. It was so dumb.”

Raph shakes his head and plops down. Casey does the same.

“What’d you do that whole time? Just wait for some idiot to walk by and do something stupid in front of you?”

Casey shrugs. “I drew a bunch o’ shit. Wrote things. Listened to music.” As he says this, he pulls out his phone and taps it on. “I’d stick my headphones in and just chill. Nothin’ happened, most of the time, so it was just me and my tunes.”

“Jesus, music on the job? Leo’d have kittens if I tried that. You can’t…” He gestures to the world around them. “You don’t hear what’s happening.”

“Yeah, also you can’t listen to a police scanner if you’re listening to music, but this was real early on. I was just gettin’ my feet wet.” Casey taps at his phone a bit until music blares through the shitty little speakers. Raph leans over and looks at the screen. Smashing Pumpkins. Bullet With Butterfly Wings.

Raph nods along to it and looks at Casey, who’s screwing his eyes shut and mouthing the words along with the singer. Raph plucks the phone out of his hand and scrolls through his library. Mindless Self Indulgence, Mötley Crüe, Korn, that kinda shit. Some 80’s songs too. Casey is watching over his shoulder as he scrolls.

“Yeah, what can I say,” Casey drawls, crossing his arms and giving Raph a shitty grin. “I’ve got good taste.”

Raph rolls his eyes, and he can’t help the small smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t want to feed Jones’ ego, but the guy’s right. It is good. Raph listens to most of these bands, and he tries to make a note of the ones he doesn’t know so he can check them out later.

The feeling of his T-phone being tugged out of his belt stops him cold. “What’re you doing?”

Casey pauses and eyes him, holding the T-phone casually in one hand. “Looking at your music.”

“No.” Raph reaches for the T-phone, but Casey holds it away from him. Raph swallows and thinks for a second, then says, “I don’t have music on my phone.”

“You- what? Bullshit.”

“No, I really don’t, I-”

“No, no, I saw you with headphones in the other day while you were at the punching bag, listening to this little thing. You totally have music.”

“No, that wasn’t- It wasn’t- It was a podcast.”

Casey cocks his eyebrow. “A podcast.”

“Nothin’ wrong with podcasts, asshole.”

“You were head-banging and whisper-singing to a podcast, huh?” Casey mimes the action, scrunching up his face and nodding his head.

Raph works his jaw, eyes glued to the T-phone. “Just-” He makes a grab for it, but Casey holds it away from him.

“Woah, buddy! Chill there. I showed you mine, you show me yours, that’s how it goes.”

“No it fucking does not, give it back, Jones!” Raph leans around him and snatches at the phone.

Casey lurches back, swiping through the phone as Raph reaches his (annoyingly shorter) arms around him. “I’m just lookin-”

“JONES! Give. It. Back.”

“Just a sec-”

“It’s MY phone!”

“I just wanna-”

“NOW!”

“-look!”

Raph sees the music library pop open on his screen and every cell in his entire body is screaming at him to STOP THIS NOW, so he lunges forward and smacks the phone out of Casey’s hand. They both watch in mute horror as it falls over the edge of the fire escape, down, down, until it shatters into pieces against the pavement.

“Fuck.” Raph lets out a breath. “Donnie’s gonna be so pissed.”

Casey just turns and stares at Raph, and with Raph leaning over him like this their faces are very close, so close, and Raph can’t move all of a sudden, and-

“Enya?!”

Raph screws his eyes shut and leans back, rubbing a hand over his face. Casey’s laughter drowns out the Smashing Pumpkins still blaring from his phone.

“You listen to fucking Enya?!”

AO3

[sangcreole]

Anonymous sent: Are you seeing someone else other than those 2? Do you have any age range for your partners like 500 - 3000 years? 

“I’m not particularly inclined to answer either of those questions.” He frowns. “Our relationships are far more complex, far more nuanced, than most mortals are able to understand. We are not constrained by mortal conventions; we experience desire in a transcended state.”

He straightens his posture, looks down the bridge of his nose. “Age hardly has anything to do with it. You cannot treat this like some tinder fling.”

[rabbitmotifs]

just joined a server centering around ed norty and immediately left :sob:

[hzrnvm]

Thought id show you how this pops up for me because youre changing it. looks like one of the beatles

they circularized my boy!!!!!!!!!!! they circled him!!

[whalehouse1]

For some reason a bunch of gymnastics, parkour and trampoline shorts have been popping up on my YouTube feed and at this point it’s because they’re just really neat/one extremely anxiety inducing to watch, but after watching the trampoline ones, there is absolutely no way Bruce does not have a trampoline wall somewhere on his property. Dick would not be getting proper air time without one. Jason on the other hand watches Dylan Hollis.

[thestormthatrises]

I'm entering my feral years and none of these whippersnappers are ready for it