#this has been sitting around for ages

[bitchofdarkness]

...why don't you stare any harder, Seok-chan...

[chicinlicin]

pulled into orbit

[answrs]

so i love me a good sneasel!ingo fic, don't get me wrong

but also you cannot convince me The Overachieving Pokemons Georg Warden of the Lineaged Nobles of the Cliffs Ingo would not, at a minimum, have at least 1-3 razor claws on his person at any given time. possibly up to 8 or more if he's actively collecting them from distortions. he is well aware of how a sneasler evolves from a sneasel.

what im saying, is, emmet goes to sinnoh, and instead of Wacky Hijinks With Funny Tiny Sneasel Brother Time, is immediately grabbed, hoisted over the shoulder of, and summarily carried off by an 8ft tall extinct sneasel evolution wearing the uniform and shredded jacket of a guy that supposedly should have kicked it several centuries past.* because SOME Legendary That Shall Not Be Named Royally Fucked Up The Instructions On Sending A Human Through Time And Accidentally Made Him A Sneasel (it was Arceus. Arceus Done Fucked It Up. Dialga is legitimately baffled how It managed this sheer level of Fucked Up-edness doing Dialga's like literally One Job instead of just like. consulting it on the matter.)

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bonus points if Lady Sneasler tagged along. and brings some eggs. which Ingo is pleased as punch over. except then he gets to be absolutely mortified because the people here think they're (biologically) his. I mean. he's absolutely 100% Dad Who Stepped Up™ energy when it comes to caring for the eggs and raising the hatchlings, but that certainly doesn't help in denying the allegations. Also that he can't speak Human but like. mostly the former

(their genetic father is the alpha lucario that inhabits the northern cliffs of the Highlands that border the Icelands. just as like. a side tangent. I forget where I first heard the idea from but Hell Yeah I'll Integrate That Into My Belief Sysytem)

*wait no actually Lady Sneasler would definitely be the one to forcibly abduct this shiny warden outcome she sees just wandering the street. if another noble wanted this one they should've claimed him sooner. Ingo's great with the kids, but there's only so much he can otherwise do in a sneasler body with no opposable thumbs anymore. and as if by divine intervention (much like the previous ingo that appeared for her) this off-brand Ingo just got plopped in her way, so of course she's gonna haul it off back to the new nest!

[fantasykiri5]

Yoooo you can make these public now thats so sick

[glamfellens]

i think this is what we in the business call a Hyperfixation

[tarucore]

Dick Grayson who is hyper aware of the types of cases the Robins take on and the subjects they are exposed to bc he knows how difficult it was to be treated as a competent adult at 11 years old

vs

Dick Grayson who is very casual about subjects that might be inappropriate for the Robins when they are kids bc he has no frame of reference on what is appropriate bc he was exposed to those subjects at such an early age

FIGHT

[lesbiradshaw]

you think you’re fine and then BOOM suddenly you’re 30k deep into writing a saltburn prequel about felix catton’s First homoerotic friendship that no one asked for

[silverwhittlingknife]

snippet (post-Batman and Robin 6)

Flamingo shoots Damian.

Flamingo shoots—

Damian might never walk again because Dick didn’t protect him and Jason is sneering and Dick is punching him and Gordon is shouting, shouting, shouting, but Dick can’t hear him, the only thing that he can hear is Jason.

“Don’t tell me the kid’s mother can’t find a Lazarus pit! They brought me back! How can you live with yourself—he’s still dead because of something you can never admit!  You just couldn’t stand the fact that you were always gonna be in his shadow!”

(It never ends.)

The cops pull him off Jason before he does any serious damage.

(It never ends it never ends it never—)

(What kind of monster hurts a child?  What kind of monster—)

He talks to the al-Ghuls because they may be monsters but Dick would make a deal with any monster in the world if it meant that Damian could walk.  And he sends Damian to Talia, because he has to.  And he sends Alfred with Damian, because Damian’s a kid even if he pretends he’s not and he ought to have someone looking after him.

And Dick stays behind.  Alone.

And.

The body is right there, and—

I’m sorry, Bruce.

Jason’s wrong about everything.  Though that’s nothing new, of course.  Dick would give anything to be in Bruce’s shadow again.  And he doesn’t need to ask the al-Ghuls about a Lazarus pit.

(Dick can find one himself.)

* * *

Dick flies to England.  He should spend the downtime resting, or preparing for battle, or researching what’s to come.

Instead he spends most of the flight arguing with Tim.

Not the real Tim, of course.  The real Tim is—somewhere.  Probably not England.  No, the argument he’s having is just taking place in his mind.  Tim is calling him a hypocrite.  Pointing out that they had a whole fight about Lazarus pits.  Saying that he should know better, that he does know better.

Dick, however, is winning the argument.  

He wins the argument several times while he crosses the Atlantic and then again that evening, staring up at the ceiling in a crappy hotel, rehearsing all his justifications.  There are a lot of justifications, but they all boil down to one thing: Batman is important.  Bruce is important.  

More important than my parents? Imaginary-Tim says.  Than yours?

Yes. 

It sounds terrible but it’s true.  Batman is more important than other people.  So much more important than Dick ever realized before he had to live without him.  They can’t do this without Bruce.  Everything is falling to pieces.

You’re not even here, he tells Imaginary-Tim.

Dick can almost picture Tim here, which is probably a bad sign about how long it’s been since he slept.  The Tim frowning at him in his imagination is younger than the real one and his face is tensed up in the way he used to get when he thought Dick was making bad decisions.  The I’m-worried-about-you face.  Alternatively: the you-seem-broken-how-do-I-fix-it face.  

Dick is not a fan of this face.

I know what I’m doing, Dick tells him.

Visual hallucinations can be a symptom of delirium or psychosis, Tim says, frowning.  Don’t you think your decision-making ability is compromised?  

Then he’s in another corner of the room, looking even younger, earnest, wide-eyed.  Dick.  I really think this is a mistake.  You think so too.  That’s why I’m here, right?

For a moment Dick misses him more than he can bear.

[pettyprocrastination]

thinking about a super hero who was once praised by all and treated like an absolute rock star: constant groupies, interviews, sponserships, endless fans every where that is now a washed-up “has been” despite the fact he can still punch through reinforced steel and rip aliens apart with his bare hands. He has a regular human assistant who puts him in his place and is absolutely detrimental to his mental health (he is so fucked up in the head <3)

[arolesbianism]

Thinks abt Sif Odile duo looping au. When the two who can't read eachother for shit get thrown into the horrors together

[serjaimelannister]

a screw hole on my futon couch has worn down and will no longer hold one of the legs in place. and i'll find a more permanent solution... soon..... but for now, given that it's monday at 2 a.m., i was like well what could fit into a narrowish hole and expand. anyway so currently there's a tampon holding my couch together

[marsbotz]

ds piracy is so nostalgic to me cus i always used to buy r4 cards when i went abroad on holiday LOL....

[clarissaexplainingitall]

very nice comment on that fic that i hauntingly need to edit the chapter for + update of the "hey this is great i hope to be able to read the end of this someday" no pressure variety, and honestly same. maybe i will try to get to that if i get any sleep this weekend. my life has become consumed by learning how to crochet and also finally getting back into reading my immense backlog of books alongside my brother

but now i have several crocheted chickens and the unimaginable chaos of work hell has finally begun to start quieting, and we've gone three whole months without a brutal death or new aggressive sudden cancer, so... we will see

[tundrakatiebean]

Got some progress done cleaning up one of my major depression messes to make room for a desk and a proper streaming/art area. I just did a small area to start out because I wasn’t sure how it was gonna affect me mentally but I’m doing ok. I unearthed some stuff that I’m glad to have found (my doc Martins, a Perler commission I got from a streamer years ago that needs some repair but I know how to do that, the shoes I was trying to find to pack to wear to my mom’s funeral, funny Christmas sweater, big jar of origami stars I made) and I’m not drowning in shame so far. I think I may actually be well enough to do this without backsliding now. The next step is going to be harder mentally but I think I can make it through as long as I’m gentle with myself. I’m finally cleaning up and taking down the rabbit cages. They both passed almost a decade ago now I think and every time I even thought about cleaning it before I’d have a breakdown. Of course there’s more stuff I just threw in there during the big bad because I couldn’t deal with it so it’s gonna be just a total pit of depression and shame to deal with. Just gotta care for the me that did that too. Remember she deserved kindness.

[dutybcrne]

Love the idea of Kae getting used to eating consistent meals bc of a significant other or even a friend who made it a point to always eat with him to ensure he doesn't forget, and even gaining a little weight as a result, even with his metabolism.

[fingertipsmp3]

I love lesbian dating apps because I can go on there to sightsee and be safe in the knowledge that no matter what I do, no one is going to talk to me