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sorry i haven't been here i'm reading cod self-insert fanfic /srs /not j /the truth

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take the bait

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rodarte s/s 2019

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— Fiona Apple

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any other family.

dialogue prompts from any other family by eleanor brown.

who gets to say what it means to be a family?

all perfect moments are comprised of small details, are they not?

there just never seems to be enough time.

i am generally filled with rage, these days.

you can't bullshit a bullshitter.

you're always saying how tired you are. let someone help.

it will all work out. it has to.

it is all so complicated, and it was supposed to be so simple.

don't make me do this again.

why didn't you tell me how bad it was?

i've tried to talk to you dozens of times.

i have never felt so far away from you.

people say we're strange. maybe we are.

i don't understand why you're being so stubborn.

when the universe offers you a gift, you say yes.

i am not yours to rescue.

your hearing is highly selective.

do all parents feel like this?

abrupt change is not helpful for anyone.

this is turning out to be the least relaxing vacation in the history of ever.

i must not have prayed hard enough.

you're a terrible example, but most only children turn out okay.

family and money don't mix.

you can't rescue everyone, okay?

i'll figure it out. i always do.

when you say goodbye to something, you also get to say hello to everything that'll take its place.

you've survived 100% of the changes in your life thus far. odds are, you'll survive whatever comes next.

tonight. not 'later'. tonight.

you need to let ___ go.

what the hell is wrong with me? besides everything?

knowing and feeling are two different things.

the only thing we can do is hold hands and walk into the future together. with hope.

you're the only one i can count on to tell me the truth.

everything you do seems easy.

is this what we've been reduced to?

i have a good feeling about this.

everyone needs something to take care of.

why don't you ever stand up to ____?

one of the most amazing things about being a parent is rediscovering things you forgot were amazing.

we are a family now, whether we like it or not.

isn't it nice having someone to share the load, every once in a while?

you should take up drinking. it has all sorts of side benefits.

i told you [name] was a bitch.

i felt better when we weren't talking about it.

when i am ready for help, i will ask for help.

i am a gordian knot of emotions, and i cannot bear to cut through it.

what are we but the sum of our experiences?

what's the use of living if we can't apply our pasts to our presents?

you always seem so calm and confident.

we're still going to be a family, though, right?

if only parenthood came with scheduled alerts on coming changes and crises.

i didn't have to be your mother, i get to be your mother.

you are smart and silly and amazing and curious, and i love you very, very much.

i would have said yes to anything, to make the pain end.

i'm sad. it sucks. what else is there to say?

i can't imagine going through that alone.

you must be so strong.

i just want to burn it all down.

a relationship is a series of promises.

i am not above bribery.

it's not a family vacation without a few trips to the emergency room.

it's intimidating to be around you.

you probably came out of the womb punching.

it doesn't do us any good to be comparing, does it? we aren't the same people.

i've never been good at crying.

it's amazing how you can be right next to someone and have no idea what they're thinking.

you don't have to do this alone. you don't have to pretend to be okay when you're not.

you have to talk to someone. it's too much to carry if you don't.

i don't need reminders. i think about it every day.

i said ____ could spend the night, not move in.

your eyes are like cartoon saucers.

i'm sorry i didn't realize how unhappy you were.

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I looove u ditf jason todd

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he keeps trying to convince himself, even as a rod of carbon steel collides with his face and knocks him sidelong from his knees to the floor, that if his hands weren't cuffed behind his back he'd be rocking the joker's shit right now. the famous boy wonder with nothing but his wits and bare fists against a clinically insane clown with a crowbar… it almost sounds like something out of a comic book. what could possibly go wrong — right?

a lot of things. for example: robin's head hits the concrete with a sickening crack and his vision starts to swim before he can start putting coherent thoughts together. the clown's talking, but the bird's too intent on trying to get his eyes to focus on the crying woman tied to a support beam across the room to listen to any of the bullshit joker has to say.

it's his mother, sheila. jason's mother — not robin's. jason's. the kid behind the mask. the kid wants to tell her that everything is going to be okay. because that seems like the right thing to do, seems like something a hero would say.

joker's annoyed by his inattention. he kicks the boy onto his stomach, sneers at him. 'which hurts more, hm?' he says, and jason braces himself for what's coming as best as he can, 'forehand or backhand?'

the crowbar comes down with a savage blow to his ribs, like the fucker's playing tennis, breaking and fracturing the bones in its path. jason cries out in agony. the second blow shatters more and punctures his lung with the broken shards, and he feels like he should be mad at sheila. like he should blame her for this. she lured him here, after all. but maybe it’s his fault too, for coming to find her in the first place, for telling her his secrets, for disobeying batman and leaving to save her on his own. for disrupting the life she'd left and made without him.

this sort of thing was probably why she had taken one look at him — a baby — and decided she hadn't wanted to stick around.

he can't seem to catch his breath anymore, and the clown starts to laugh at him, stops his violent assault for a moment to squat down in front of the boy, take him by the a fistful of his cape and lift him up to get a better look at him. his breath smells like rot, and it makes jason want to vomit. he tries to tell the joker in all of his freshly teenaged glory to go fuck himself, but when all that comes out is the ragged wheeze of a 14-year old with a collapsed lung, the kid opts to spit a moutful of his own blood into the joker's face instead. it makes him feel like a bad ass, and he fucking grins, bloody and fucked up, rides that high even as this fuckin' lunatic takes him by his curls and bashes his face back down into the concrete. everything hurts already, and jason barely feels it when his nose breaks.

the rest of the beating is a blur, probably due to the blunt force trauma of having the back of his head smashed in with a crowbar, and jason spends the entirety of it whimpering in pain, begging to go home with slurred and garbled speech. telling himself that bruce will be there soon, that batman will save him. that his dad is going to show up, beat the fuck out of this sadistic piece of shit, and save him.

he won't. he doesn't. not soon enough.

the joker says his piece ⠀( whatever that is — jason doesn't hear a word of it )⠀ leaves eventually, thank fuck. jason just lies there for a minute. trying to breathe through broken sobs, trying to see straight, listening to an untouched sheila cry and call his name. the communicator in his ear listing off everything that's wrong with him at present in a robotic monotone, telling him he's dying without saying it outright. and this faint beeping that he wishes would just fucking stop. he needs a second to think and the noise is only making it harder. all that, and the concussion.

( beep, beep, beep.)

robin does his best to tuck his battered legs up to his chest, notes his shoulder is completely dislocated as he squirms to get his arms out from behind him so that he can drag himself across the room to free sheila. he knows his gace is fucked, leaves a trail of blood behind on the floor as he half crawls, half drags himself towards her. ignores the incessant beeping and sheila begging him to stop, to lay down and rest, wait for help. he wants to yell at her, tell her to shut the fuck up, that she's never ever cared about him, and it isn't worth it to start now, or ever. she’s not his mother. he's robin. he has a job to do now.

( beep, beep, beep. )

she's telling him to look and he's still ignoring her, spitting another mouthful of blood onto the floor and fumbling with the rope. getting so frustrated that he starts to cry and struggle to breath agai. his hands start shaking so bad and his vision is so fucked up that he can't do anything but weakly claw at it and hope it comes undone somehow.

( beep, beep, beep. )

he tries until his fingers bleed and cramp so badly that they stop moving, and when he turns away from this woman's bound hands and slumps against the beam trying to think of what else he can try before he passes out, he sees it. the countdown clock and then, what it's attached to. he can tell with a glance that the bomb is going to be too complex to disable in the ten ⠀( nine, eight… )⠀ seconds he has left to do it. not in the shape he's in. shit.

( beep, beep, beep. )

jason briefly considers trying to tell sheila he loves her. to make her feel better before she dies, before they die together. but he doesn't owe her that. he hates her, he thinks. he loves her, too. what he wants is to tell his dad that he loves him. he can't do that either.

so he rests, settles in and closes his eyes. sort of hopes that bruce will be proud of him for trying to do the right thing whatever the cost.

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a little comic for jasons birthday. on being robin & batman and being brave & scared

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The Bitter Tears of Petra Von Kant (1972, dir. Rainer Werner Fassbinder)

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i made an interest tracker you can fill out here if you'd like to <3 very short n' sweet, just want to get an idea of what some of y'all are looking for around here!

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Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (1992) dir. David Lynch

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` * 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚒𝚗 ( & 𝘵𝘸. 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢. )

i can't forget him or forgive what he did. i thought i loved you. i can't take another hit. i told you i would be okay. i hate that i can't love you. i don't want you to go away. i hope you know that i think you look fucking cool. no ones ever gonna love me not like you do. i've tried so hard to quit you like i promised my mama i would. you walk a fine line between god and animal. i disappear when it gets cold. i miss what you'd do to me. i'm sorry i went crazy. trying on each dress i bought for you. do i look pretty? sometimes you make me wanna put my fucking head through the wall. sometimes i wonder if i even know you at all. it's always my guilt. i know i don't need you but i'm terrified of letting you go. how am i supposed to feel good about myself when everything i do is wrong? there's not escaping you now. i'm gonna die all alone, next to you, in this piece of shit town. nothing hurts like you do. i'm saying prayers through a throttled neck. you won't ever change your ways. when you're torn apart, you'll destroy me again. you're such a child and you know it. i don't wanna talk about love anymore. got what i wanted but it's never enough. i don't want to be in my house anymore cause it just makes me sad. couldn't fight to save your life but you look so cool. i owe you a black eye and two kisses. i only want him if he says it first to me. babe, im too good for you. i'm unpunishable. touch me 'til i vomit. i'm not scared of god. i'm scared he was gone all along. i beg you to stay, just 'til tomorrow. you were the one i'd have starved for. carry me with you all of the time. eat of me baby, skin to the bone. i give in so easy. it has always been this way. i am punished by love.

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&. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧 (𝐞𝐩𝐬. 𝟏-𝟒) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  dialogue  prompts  taken from episodes 1 - 4  of max's  the  penguin  (2024),  created  by  lauren  lefranc.  feel  free  to  edit  and  change  as  you  seem  fit.. )

❛ i see you've made yourself at home. ❜

❛ so this new deal you got going... maybe i can help. ❜

❛ you know what i like most about you? you are who you are. you couldn't change if you tried. ❜

❛ you got a girl? good looking guy like you... ❜

❛ can you imagine? to be remembered like that? revered? ❜

❛ you really think people’d make a float of your dumb face and march it down the street, chanting your goddamn name? ❜

❛ you messed with the wrong fucking guy on the wrong fucking night. ❜

❛ you’re gonna do everything i say. or else i’ll murder you and, uh... anyone you care about. ❜

❛ what do you think of this? it’s a little air freshener. aqua paradise. you smell it? ❜

❛ we used to go there every day in the summer. you know, we’d mix the flavors for a suicide. you ever mix the flavors? ❜

❛ i ain’t trying to get in your business, but... i need an alibi. ❜

❛ i asked for extra pickles, and they give me two? so what, a normal amount of pickles is one? makes no goddamn sense. ❜

❛ there’s a nice sunrise behind you. you should take a look. ❜

❛ i could help you with whatever it is. whatever you need, whatever it is, all right? ❜

❛ well, maybe it’d be useful, keeping you around. for now. ❜

❛ but if you step out of line just once, i swear to god, i’ll gut you like a fucking fish. do you understand? ❜

❛ all right, listen, if i don’t come out... nah, i’ll be fine. you’ll be fine. it’s gonna be fine. ❜

❛ you know, maybe you don’t like me. that’s fine. i’m an acquired taste. ❜

❛ i’ve been rehabilitated. ❜

❛ you’ve really moved up in the world, haven’t you? ❜

❛ are you nervous? i’d hate for you to feel nervous with me. ❜

❛ you know, people underestimate you, but not me. i’ve always known you were capable of more. ❜

❛ this city is meant to be yours, sweetheart. what are you gonna do to get it? ❜

❛ the world wasn’t built for guys like us. that’s why we gotta take whatever we decide is ours. ❜

❛ but i gotta know. no bullshit. can i count on you to pull through? ❜

❛ i know who you are. i know what you are. i don’t work with people whose loyalty is for sale. ❜

❛ i’m gonna run this goddamn city. and i want you in on it. ❜

❛ i'm not safe. i'm home. ❜

❛ very, very convenient that, all of a sudden, you’re on my side. ❜

❛ you are scrambling for whatever dignity you have left and you’re hoping i will save you. ❜

❛ rough night, detective? ❜

❛ i refuse to let these old fucking men push me aside again, like i’m nothing. so, i’m going to take from them now. ❜

❛ you in? ❜

❛ let's dance. ❜

❛ you act like wanting more is a bad thing, but, i mean, don’t you want a better life than this? ❜

❛ are we, uh, kinda... partners now? ❜

❛ i mean, you fucked up. huge. but you learned, right? ❜

❛ whaddaya think the new clothes are for? you’re my guy. can’t have you lookin’ like a schmuck. ❜

❛ and from now on, you want something, you ask for it. ❜

❛ how’s anyone supposed know your worth unless you tell ’em, huh? ❜

❛ man of the hour, i was just thinking about you... ❜

❛ you do anything stupid, i’ll sense it. ❜

❛ that’s why you’re here. you seem to know everybody’s business. so, now’s your time to shine. ❜

❛ you’ve got a good thing going here. i’m really happy for you. ❜

❛ i know you’re not right in the head. i mean, that’s pretty damn clear. but i’m not scared of you. ❜

❛ you think i’d come here empty-handed? come on, we both know that if i ever truly left you hanging, there'd be a bullet between my eyes. ❜

❛ i got a real opportunity for you here, but it’s kinda hard to focus with a gun pointed at my face. ❜

❛ you got fight in you. you gotta let it out. ❜

❛ you’re fun at a card game, or over drinks, i’ll give you that. but people don’t keep you around because they think you’re smart. and they sure as shit don’t trust you. ❜

❛ i wouldn’t ask you to do this if i didn’t know you could handle it. i believe in you, kid. ❜

❛ i can't tell who wants this move. me or you. ❜

❛ i want this for you. ❜

❛ what you did to me. was it worth it? did you get everything that you wanted? ❜

❛ you wanna go, what are you waiting for? fuckin’ go. ❜

❛ you coulda left whenever you wanted. but you chose to stay. how about you ask yourself why. ❜

❛ i fucked you over. that what you wanna hear? ❜

❛ i’m fuckin’ sorry for everything that’s happened to you. ❜

❛ you meant something to me. still do. ❜

❛ i don’t know where to go from here. i don’t know how to trust you. ❜

❛ you need a cigarette, take the edge off? ❜

❛ a lobotomy couldn’t take the edge off. ❜

❛ when the time comes, i want you to take my place. i want you to run this family... if that’s something that would interest you. ❜

❛ they know you're mine. they'll do as i say. ❜

❛ why would you do this now? picking away at old wounds... you know how it upsets me. ❜

❛ you still haven’t told me what you want for your birthday. ❜

❛ i don’t need your advice. i don’t care what you think. no one does. you are my driver. that is all you are. so stop talking and drive. ❜

❛ listen, i get that you’re angry, you know. but i was just doing my job, looking out for you. ❜

❛ i’m not gonna make it in a place like that. i’m gonna die in there. ❜

❛ it’s okay to be scared. i was scared at first, too, but it’s not so bad here. you get used to the noises. ❜

❛ a woman beat the shit out of me while everyone stood around and watched. so, yeah, i had an incident. ❜

❛ i don’t know how to convince you i’m sane when you’ve already made up your mind about me. ❜

❛ i told you i’m fucking innocent. ❜

❛ i’m gonna get you something to eat. if you wanna get cleaned up, there’s a towel and a change of clothes in the guest bath upstairs. ❜

❛ i trusted him... when everything in my body told me not to. i should have killed him when i had the chance. ❜

❛ you abandoned me. ❜

❛ i left because i had to. because i could. i know you didn’t have that choice, but I’m here now. ❜

❛ you don’t have to pretend with me. ❜

❛ i haven’t forgotten, you know? the way you looked at me. so curious. ❜

❛ what did it feel like? to get to watch a person unravel? and now, you’re numbing yourself as punishment. ❜

❛ they think i'm broken. i'm not broken. ❜

❛ i'm not the one who's sick. and neither are you. the world is. ❜

❛ for the first time, i have hope. ❜

❛ to new beginnings. cent’anni. ❜

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* @miidnighters — billie said: "you entitled piece of shit!"

⠀⠀⠀OH, YIKES. casey cringes at the raise of her voice, finds himself instinctively moving to duck behind the countertop in case somebody throws something ⠀( people throw things in here more often than he'd like, this is a reasonable response to perceived danger. )⠀ waits for the sound of glass breaking, someone cussing... nothing. he stands back up and watches her hang up the phone and, at worst, put it down a little too hard on the counter. okay. that may be the best conflict resolution he's seen take place in this diner since he started working here, and it's been, what, like fourteen years? casey nearly starts applauding.

⠀⠀⠀"sounded exciting,"⠀ here, a reward, for not breaking shit. he reaches over the counter with a fresh pot to refill her coffee mug. tilts his head to the side and his mop of dark hair falls into his eyes. ⠀"everything alright? i think i'd hate to be whoever was on the other end of that call."

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blood in resin

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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning