#why can't i just

[wizardsgirl25]

Gotta love the "were those fireworks or gunshots?" Game 🙃 When everyone stand and stares in a vague direction and waits to listen for the next report so we can see if it echoes or not. 🙃 Just 🙃 Gotta 🙃 Love 🙃 That! 🙃

[hypnoneghoul]

[thatrandomlemononyourcounter1]

h e l p

[capnsoapy]

it's good for your mental health to have mutuals who are wildly horny about kinks which do nothing at all for you

[yiqithings]

a tone ment

Bury me in the pit of your pendulum. Cover my calluses, my fringe benefits, seal the subatomic holes with honey. Pluck my breath away, ignore retractions and quips of doubt that when morning comes, my mind will be a blank canvas.

Gone with the mural of misanthropic tendencies, gone with the claw marks from lycanthrope hunting parties.

Hammer me down into paste, spread me across the lap of your ambition, and roll me up like a crepe for a late night snack. Your fingertips keep searching for the door to the sanctuary, the obscured cellar, the panel hidden under the foyer rug.

But the lights are extinguished, and the floor could give way to succubus revelry to drain you of your determination.

Each night you erode the jagged edges of the borderlands, and you gnaw at the blackened steeples of neglected chapels. What are you looking for? What will you find when the gate to the altar is unlocked, or without armed guards?

Will you bow down and supplicate yourself to a new paradigm? Or will you build a throne with your bare hands and strike a match to melt down all the scar tissue masquerading as self-punishment?

~!~

The above came to me while listening to Lexie Liu and reassessing the never-ending mental pro-con lists.

[notbecauseofvictories]

I don't know how strictly accurate this is, but one of the things I find shocking about watching historical dramas is how many people there are around all the time---according to Madame de... (1953) a well-off French household in the Belle Epoque maintains a workforce of at least 3, and the glittering opera has staff just to open doors. According to Shogun (2024) you can expect a deep bench just to mind your household, and again, people who exist to open doors.

Could people....not open doors in the past? Were doors tricky, before the standardization of hinges? Because otherwise, the wealthy used to pay a whole bunch of people to do it for them in multiple contexts, and I find myself baffled.

[lazylittledragon]

domesticating your vampire: a memoir

(beautiful high res version on patre0n)

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

i go sleep happy and wake up sick, i didn't expect it this time

[bumbling-a-bee]

Having ocs is crazy because you'll read stuff with them, be like "he would no fucking say that" and wonder what idiot would write it like that. Before becoming hit with the shocking revelation that YOU made him say that

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[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.

[andyoullhearitagain]

I'm fine.

[zillychu]

human form reveal! he wears his hair in a variety of styles, which include: whatever Sam or Tuck want to do that day (if left alone he will simply do nothing and get it caught in everything)

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side

[jattendschaton]

Ladybug and Chat Noir hosting a podcast where they're going to interview Adrien Agreste and so Adrien has to enlist Félix to pretend to be him and Félix gets to just. Make fun of Adrien to his face and to a national audience. Chat Noir keeps arguing with Félix’s Adrien about his own opinions so the next day all the news is about how much everyone thinks Chat Noir hates Adrien Agreste

[solroskajan]

Cat.