#they always need to fight

[davidshawswife]

Need you now

Part 3!!!!!!! IT'S DONE! I didn't think I would actually finish it. Ngl I feel very proud of myself. my commitment issues ran out the door when I started this series. I hope you all enjoy the final part! thank you for reading! also shout out to @gavinsdeviant for always being there if I needed any help Love you hun.

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Angels pov

Angel woke up with a killer headache. Groaning as they opened their eyes. To say they felt like shit would be an understatement. They drank more than they would like to admit. Yesterday was the exact date Angel and David broke up. Three months ago.

Their memory hazy. Fog filling their mind. Deciding to get out of bed and get a glass of water. Angel looked to their side. Seeing the bed David less. It still felt weird. After 3 months they thought they would get used to the feeling of always missing him. But they hadn't.

Angel needed to here David's voice. Deciding they would call him. Desperate. They were desperate to talk to him.

They held the phone to their ear waiting for him to pick up. Angel looked at the time realizing he was probably asleep. But unable to just hang up they left a message.

Angel dragged in a deep breath before starting.

"picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor...'' they had gotten mostly used to always seeing memories of them with David. They never left. The memories always ran in their mind unable to stop.

''reaching for the phone cause, I can't fight it anymore..''

They let out a shaky breath. ''and I wonder if I ever cross your mind." chuckling they whispered. "for me it happens all the time.''

They were going to let it out. Everything that Angel had been bottling up for the past few months. They were going to say it.

"It's a quarter after one... I'm all alone and I-'' they sniffed "I need you.. now. I need you now Davey. I told myself I wouldn't call but I lost all control and.... I really, really need you." Angel sobbed.

David's pov

David laid on his bed. staring at the ceiling unable to sleep. Last night Did not go as planned. He had a whole speech he was going to say. He was going to win his Angel back. And then everything would be fixed and his heart would be put back together. But he had that fucking meeting to attend and by the time it finished they would have already been asleep.

He sighed when his phone started ringing. Deciding to just leave it to ring. Who would call him at-

"Hi Davey-''

No. No. No. There was no possibility that Angel would be calling him. But fuck he couldn't forget that voice. He sat up straight. Staring at his phone like it was holding an axe.

He heard their shaky breathing. His heart galloping at the sound. They sounded like they were about to cry.

"picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor...''

What?

"reaching for the phone cause I can't fight it anymore.."

I'm always here Angel, always.

"and I wonder if I ever cross your mind..."

All the damn time baby.

He heard them chuckle. But not of humor.

"for me it happens all the time.'' they said in a low whisper. He almost didn't register it.

Why were they calling? Were they in trouble? Were they hurt?

The thought alone had his breathing shallow.

"It's a quarter after one... I'm all alone and I-" he heard them sniff "I need you-''

That was all it took. 3 simple words and David was on his feet frantic searching for his clothes. If they needed him he was there no questions asked.

Sprinting toward his car. Phone in hand. Call unanswered. As they went on about needing him. And he knew. Right then. He would always be there. With whatever they needed.

He was driving like a maniac. But desperation filled his soul with the need to get back to Angel.

"I can't stop looking at the door. I keep waiting for you to burst through and hold me. God, I want to be back in your arms..."

I want you back in them.

"I need you... Please, please. Come here please-" they sobbed.

No. Don't cry baby. Not over me. Never over me.

''I'm sorry, that I'm a burden to you... But I really fucking need you, Davey please."

Never. You could never be a burden.

"I still love you. Always have, always will..."

I love you more than you can imagine Angel.

The car came to an abrupt halt as David reached Babe and Asher's apartment. Sprinting. Taking two steps at a time he was beyond desperate to get to angel. Nothing could stop him.

Angels pov

They dropped their phone at the sudden sound of banging against the apartment door. They slowly made their way over to the door. Who would be here at one-forty five in the morning.

They gasped at the realization. No. It couldn't be David. He didn't answer their call so he had to be asleep. There was no way. Still there was a little spark of hope brewing inside them.

Angel opened the door with hesitation. Gasping as they saw David standing there. His chest heaving. Like he had just been running.

"Come here.'' He whispered. Pulling them tightly to his chest. He buried his face in their hair.

Angel reveled in the feeling of David's arms around their waist. Their face pressed up against his chest. It felt good. They felt good. They felt.... Home.

David took their face in his hands. Wiping away the tears that escaped.

Angel whispered. Lost in the moment. "Davey-"

"No. wait.... Let me-" he took a deep breath in a desperate attempt to calm his nerves. "Let me say this first.... It has been a long 3 months... I'm sorry, Angel..." he swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Fuck, you have no idea how sorry. I never should, I-"

"I know... It's okay-''

His voice hoarse and raspy as he whispered "It's not. I don't know what happened to me.... But baby I'm back. Your David is back... He's not going anywhere. I promise. And I vow to you never to break that promise again..''

Angel nodded gripping David's t-shirt pulling him closer. His arms sinking to their waist pulling them closer.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked aching to join their lips.

Angel nodded. "Do you really have to ask?''

The shifter chuckled. "I suppose not...''

David slowly tipped his head down. bringing Angel in for a soft and slow kiss. Sparks flying between them as He pressed their body against his deepening the kiss.

They broke apart gasping for air.

"I want you angel for worse or for better... And I know after everything you might not be ready... But I would wait... For you I would wait forever...."

Angel grinned "where did 'David no mushy bullshit Shaw' go?" pulling out their best mimicking of David's voice.

He let out a hefty chuckle. "Just let me do this you little snot.... I lost my mind and I hurt you. I'm beyond sorry.... But I am better now, Angel. Give me another chance. Please, baby, I can be the man you want me to be..."

"I love you, Angel. That will never change. I am yours for as long as I breath. And I can only hope that-" he let out a shaky breath "-you will be mine in return.''

"I have and will always be yours David Shaw." Angel whispered brushing their lips against David's.

They grabbed the back of his neck. Pulling him down for a deep hungry kiss. The kind that makes you see stars. The kind that draws you into a trance. The kind you never want to stop. Like they had been deprived of each others taste for months. They had.

But now they were back. They were hom-

Asher sighed a sigh of relief. "Thank god. Took you long enough.''

That's it the series is done. I love you all. I send blessings. If you have any requests feel free to message me. I promise I'm a nice person. lol anyway. I really hope everyone enjoyed this series. good day or good night.

[ruporas]

kiss of the divine

[beybuniki]

they should go on a fishing trip pt.1

[somerandomdudelmao]

I made some colored refs for my comic ~ And also some sketches because can you guess who is my favorite haha

[uncanny-tranny]

"What if I'm not trans, what if I'm choosing to be trans for [list of reasons]"

I am grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you like a can of soda. If, for whatever reason, you looked within yourself and decided to be trans - you're still trans. We (as trans people) don't need to have an "I always knew" story. We don't need to have the ~magical transsexual gene~. It's incredibly hard for so many of us to figure out why we're trans, and if being trans was always a choice, the reasons for choosing to be trans would be complex. If being trans is always a choice, that doesn't negate that we deserve human dignity and respect for who we are.

It shouldn't matter if you chose your trans identity or not, becayse you still are a person. You breath the same air I do, and you deserve to live how you want, on your terms. You watch the same sunrises and sunsets I do, you are here. I, for one, welcome you no matter what your inner reflections are about your transness. You have a place in this world, you have inherent worth.

[ash-and-starlight]

season 2 romancing (+ extremely low quality kissy)

[inkskinned]

one of the things that's the most fucking frustrating for me about arguing with climate change deniers is the sheer fucking scope of how much it matters. sweating in my father's car, thinking about how it's the "hottest summer so far," every summer. and there's this deep, roiling rage that comes over me, every time.

the stakes are wrong, is the thing. that's part of what makes it not an actual debate: the other side isn't coming to the table with anything to fucking lose.

like okay. i am obviously pro gun control. but there is a basic human part of me that can understand and empathize with someone who says, "i'm worried that would lead to the law-abiding citizens being punished while criminals now essentially have a superpower." i don't agree, but i can tell the stakes for them are also very high.

but let's say the science is wrong and i'm wrong and the visible reality is wrong and every climate disaster refugee is wrong. let's say you're right, humans aren't causing it or it's not happening or whatever else. let's just say that, for fun.

so we spend hundreds of millions of dollars making the earth cleaner, and then it turns out we didn't need to do that. oops! we cleaned the earth. our children grow up with skies full of more butterflies and bees. lawns are taken over with rich local biodiversity. we don't cry over our electric bills anymore. and, if you're staunchly capitalist and i need to speak ROI with you - we've created so many jobs in developing sectors and we have exciting new investment opportunities.

i am reminded of kodak, and how they did not make "the switch" to digital photography; how within 20 years kodak was no longer a household brand. do we, as a nation, feel comfortable watching as the world makes "the switch" while we ride the laurels of oil? this boggles me. i have heard so much propaganda about how america cannot "fall behind" other countries, but in this crucial sector - the one that could actually influence our own monopolies - suddenly we turn the other cheek. but maybe you're right! maybe it will collapse like just another silicone valley dream. but isn't that the crux of capitalism? that some economies will peter out eventually?

but let's say you're right, and i'm wrong, and we stopped fracking for no good reason. that they re-seed quarries. that we tear down unused corporate-owned buildings or at least repurpose them for communities. that we make an effort, and that effort doesn't really help. what happens then? what are the stakes. what have we lost, and what have we gained?

sometimes we take our cars through a car wash and then later, it rains. "oh," we laugh to ourselves. we gripe about it over coffee with our coworkers. what a shame! but we are also aware: the car is cleaner. is that what you are worried about? that you'll make the effort but things will resolve naturally? that it will just be "a waste"?

and what i'm right. what if we're already seeing people lose their houses and their lives. what if it is happening everywhere, not just in coastal towns or equatorial countries you don't care about. what if i'm right and you're wrong but you're yelling and rich and powerful. so we ignore all of the bellwethers and all of the indicators and all of the sirens. what if we say - well, if it happens, it's fate.

nevermind. you wouldn't even wear a mask, anyway. i know what happens when you see disaster. you think the disaster will flinch if you just shout louder. that you can toss enough lives into the storm for the storm to recognize your sacrifice and balk. you argue because it feels good to stand up against "the liberals" even when the situation should not be political. you are busy crying for jesus with a bullhorn while i am trying to usher people into a shelter. you've already locked the doors, even on the church.

the stakes are skewed. you think this is some intellectual "debate" to win, some funny banter. you fuel up your huge unmuddied truck and say suck it to every citizen of that shitbird state california. serves them right for voting blue!

and the rest of us are terrified of the entire fucking environment collapsing.

[deafening-radio-silence]

NOTHING could have prepared me for the reality of letting a cat into my house

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 177

Now Dan is no coward. He’s not. 

But this stupid child body does have an effect on his reactions to things and honestly it’s a horrible thing that’s too small and too weak for him to use all his abilities. He could barely manage a fireball if he concentrated, yet everything caught fire with a mere outburst! His control was utterly gone, and a tantrum resulted in having to wear a stupid child leash backpack. 

It wasn’t like he was really a child, and it wasn’t like he’d get lost or some stupid shit that Danny would insist. Ugh, this isn’t even fair, technically he was older than him yet was stuck in a smaller body that he kept tripping over! 

Urgh, he’s even insisting on rewarding ‘good behavior’ and shit- must have talked to Jazz or something- because… Oh. No he wants the constellation bear, give! His star bear now, no takes back and, urgh, stupid baby body! 

Well, on the other hand, it’s utterly hilarious how much Danny sputters whenever he calls him Mom, not to mention strangers’ utter befuddlement. He ignores how Danny seems to be trying his best to live up ro the title. 

But! As he was saying, he’s no coward! He’s also not an idiot though, and having no control over his powers isn’t exactly a good thing. It’s really not a good thing when there’s a murderous-looking hero that he thinks he might have maimed in the future- which they apparently remember- staring down at him. So, he has to call in the big guns to fix this. 

“Mom, there’s a creepy fruitloop staring at me!” “There’s WHAT?!” Hah. Take that hero he doesn’t remember the name of.

(Behold the Grumpiest of Babies)

[chiptrillino]

...older Fire Lord Zuko with a sheer top and his tits out you say?

ID: three drawings of aged-up zuko from Avatar the last airbender as fire lord. on the left side a full body of zuko front view. In the middle, zuko from the waist up leaning over a cluttered table growling and spitting flames at the viewer. In the third image on the right, zuko from the waist up sits bored and exhausted in his chair. cluttered desk and paperwork in front of him. End ID

I probably did advertise the sheer top wrong! it's more like a robe! just… a bit seethrough… because… you know… self-indulgence…? for me… ? for us? (yes he only has one lense in his his glasses becasue we in the fandom just know why!)

art-blog: chiptrillino-art

[tapakah0]

Eh, almost forgot ;~;; Commission for sweet @celestialrose3 ;;~;;; Thank you so much *bows*

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 109

Danny and Ellie keep summoning ancient demonic beings.

It started as a joke. Just them doing silly trends and summoning the most recent cyrtid. Moth man and what. They didn’t expect it to work. But they did.

So they moved on to the less. “Nice” beings.

Really after the 10th entity they should of stopped. But they were fun to fight and well… Honestly when they went to summon these things it shouldn’t of worked. They never did the circles and certainly didn’t sacrifice anyone.

They wanted to see what all they could summon.

Constantine is now stuck on a case with the bat. To find out which cult is summoning countless enemies. He unfortunately can’t track it by magic.

There is no circles or anything left in the air. These things just pop up and ever magic user can feel this world ending threat. Then poof. Just gone.

The cult may be dealing with the entities? Whether making deals or just sending them it was a problem.

How long until it was something the cult couldn’t handle and how many more would be sacrificed?

Unknown to all parties. Halfas apparently read as sacrifices, the entities can’t tell the sacrifice is half alive. They only feel the dead part.

[littlefankingdom]

Jason when Batman is here: I kill people and I don't care! I will kill as much as I want! Do you have a problem, old man?!

Jason when he is with the Outlaws: Can you guys try to not kill people? My father isn't a fan. Thank you.

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Jason when he is with anyone from the Batfam: Fuck Batman. Fuck Bruce.

Jason when he is with the Outlaws: I want Da- Bruce to love me so bad.

[martyryo]

Happy late women's day 😼

[ruporas]

can’t talk about it

[ID: Black and white comic of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. The comic starts with the sounds "thud, thud, click". Vash, mid-action of peeling an apple, turns to the sound, noticing who it was that entered, and says, "Oh, Wolfwood, you're back." He resumes back to his apple in the next panel as he speaks, "Where'd you go? You snuck out of bed quickly this morning..." Wolfwood's hand then enters the panel, hovering over Vash's cheek and Vash looks up as Wolfwood asks, "Can I?" Vash responds, "Not going to talk about it?" while using a hand to gently hold Wolfwood's hovering hand and presses a kiss to his inner palm.

Vash then gets up fully, setting down the knife down on the table and the apple onto a plate, He leans into Wolfwood as Wolfwood explains, "Had to meet someone. Nothing interesting to talk about." Vash kisses Wolfwood's left cheek and a hand moves to cup his other cheek while muttering, "You're being vague." Wolfwood says neutrally, "If yer really that curious, keep askin'. We  can talk about that instead of doing this." Vash leans back and responds, "Let's talk after, since... You look so tired."

The panel pans to a close up of Wolfwood's downcast eyes, bags heavy underneath his eyes. He doesn't allow Vash to sit in that moment for long though, then saying, "Yer not helping, Spikey. Being all slow with it... I could fall asleep right now." He moves his hand to start unclasping Vash's coat, starting from his collar. Vash with red cheeks, responds briskly, "Oh, shut up. I'm worried about you. I can't be worried?"

The final shot shows Wolfwood's back to the viewer while Vash's softened expression can be seen as he holds gently onto the side of Wolfwood's face and a hand firm on his waist. Wolfwood responds, "I'm fine, seriously," pausing for a moment before continuing, "Is it okay to still..?" Vash responds, "Yeah, it's okay."

The next image is a shot from later that night after the previous comic. Vash and Wolfwood are now in bed, half naked. Wolfwood's buries his face into Vash's chest, his arms wrapped around him, while Vash is petting at his hair. Vash reminds him, "Hey. You said we'd talk about it." Wolfwood pauses for a moment before piping up, "In the morning? I'm sleepy." Vash says, "Okay..."

The next two pages start from the morning after. Wolfwood is already fully awake, pulling on his outer jacket as he says to Vash, whos' still bundled in his blankets, "Breakfast is on the table. Make sure to eat it. I'm going to grab some things in town and then we're leavin'. Got it?" Vash says, "Mh." Wolfwood responds, "Good. See ya in a bit." The dialogue starts to shift into Vash's inner thoughts now, as he gets up and eats toast, thinking, "Wait. Weren't we supposed to... talk about it?" The next shot then shows him fully up, meeting Wolfwood in town. He carries a half worried expression with him while Wolfwood slides on his glasses for him. A quick panel shows Wolfwood's tired expression from the night before and quickly juxtaposes with Wolfwood in front of him who's smiling gently, the shades covering his eye bags. Wolfwood asks him, "Still not awake yet?" Vash pauses, his thoughts stirring, thinking, "Oh. I guess I was getting ahead of myself... thinking you owe me that kind of honesty." He smiles at Wolfwood and responds, "I'm awake!" His thoughts continue, "Maybe one day, you'd trust me enough to share your burdens."

The final image shows Wolfwood pulling at Vash's cheek and Vash complains, "Owwwww why..." Wolfwood quickly says, "You were thinking something stupid, right? It's all over yer face." Vash mutters, "Nooo, I wasn't..." END ID]

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Angel Dust: "Have I ever said you're like the sister I never had, toots?"

Vaggie: "You did have a sister, Angel Dust."

Angel Dust: "Yeah, but she was a nice one."

Vaggie: "Cry me a river and get your ass off the countertop before I tragically lose the only brother figure I've ever had."

Angel Dust: "Awww! Didn' know I meant so to much ya~"

Vaggie: "You don't. But if kill you, Husk will never speak to me again."

Angel Dust: "...."

Angel Dust: "...oh that one was gooood."

Vaggie: (smirking) (shoving him) "OFF."

-exiled in the doorway-

Charlie: (pouting) "I don't get it."

Husk: "What?"

Charlie: "This! Their whole, not friends friends thing? It's like they LIKE being mean to each other!"

Husk: "You an only child, yeah?"

Charlie: "Yes??"

Husk: "It's a sibling thing. Don't fucking worry about it."

Niffty: (from a ceiling vent) (voice echoing ominously) "I'd LOoooVE to be your ssssibling, Charlieeeee....."

Charlie: "GAH!!"

Husk: "Worry about that."