#╱ banks thread .

[troythecatfish]

[cathuniverse]

https://gofund.me/8eb9ca29

I'm in a tight spot for the next couple of weeks. Anything you can do to help even just a boost and a share that would be swell.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

I was so concerned about Megumi in sea glass. Then it hit me, this was after Geto. Gojo's one and only. He was already hurting, yet functioning to help. Then he finds his son, dying. I would have broken down. Gods. We don't appreciate Gojo enough ;×;

Oh, Gojo’s going through it.

He hasn’t stopped or slept since Geto declared his war, really. He definitely hasn’t had a second’s rest since Geto died.

It’s just been too busy. They had to manage an evacuation of the biggest city on the planet when Geto declared war, as well as another evacuation of one of the biggest. Then there was the fight, killing Geto, the school being destroyed, the higher ups moving in on Yuuta, the massive curse outbreak that came in the aftermath of Geto’s war as a byproduct of the mass panic—Gojo hasn’t had a single second to sit and process Geto’s death since he had to deal the final blow.

Then there was Megumi. And the thing was that Gojo sort of hadn’t thought of Megumi and Tsumiki since he last saw them.

They were just sort of the two things that he thought were completely safe and handled. Tsumiki and Megumi were pros at managing themselves at the age of five. A week on their own as teenagers? They’d be totally fine. Sure, Megumi got into fights at school and Tsumiki had been on his ass about it lately, but those weren’t things that would ever rise to emergency level crisis.

Even with Megumi lashing out at school and Tsumiki lashing out at him back, Gojo just had absolute confidence in the fact that they wouldn’t cause any issues while he was gone? The thing about Megumi and Tsumiki is that they knew exactly which lines not to cross. He ordered them to be locked up in the house safely when Geto’s war came, and he was absolutely positive that they would listen.

He didn’t even think to worry about something like Megumi starting a taming ritual while he wasn’t there to supervise, because that was the exact kind of safety net that Megumi had never once fucked with.

His kids had a good sense of when they needed to call him. They would do it if they needed him. They were good kids with good heads on their shoulders, and they would be just fine on their own.

He had a million and one things demanding his attention, and they were supposed to be safe at home. He didn’t even think about the kids.

The thing was that Gojo’s phone number had changed, but Tsumiki’s and Megumi’s hadn’t. If he had texted them even once to check in, he would have immediately gotten a frantic text from Tsumiki about how Megumi had never come home, and what phone number is he even texting from, because the ones the assistant gave her wasn’t this one, and none of those numbers were working. He would have immediately suspected the Zenin as the ones who caused his disappearance, because the Zenin are automatically the number one suspect whenever something’s off in megumi’s world.

The Zenin didn’t make him summon the Serpent until after Geto died. If he had texted even once before that, he would have been able to save Megumi before he ended up like this.

There’s this terrible timeline in his head as to the things he could have saved Megumi from had he just checked on them. If he had texted the day of the war? He could have saved him from the Serpent, the humiliation of being dressed in front of a crowd, of part of the last time he was left fighting curses…

If he had remembered to call Megumi to wish him happy birthday, then maybe he would have discovered it the day that Megumi was taken. Maybe he could have stopped all of it.

He’s not okay right now.

[aloneonceagainaspredicted]

There's just something so fucking great about the concept of characters like Zeke Banks and Peter Strahm having this complicated relationship to serial killers while having such a strong urge for justice and finding the truth???

Specifically, I love to think about how in the middle of their games of cat and mouse, or at those moments they inevitably share as they sharpen their knowledge on each other and get close enough to bump, when their intentions get a lot more nuanced as they insist on combing through them later again and again... that connection and obsession shoves everything else to second place. Seeing one another tunnels their vision, and their actions will follow rules made on the spot.

But then the world keeps on turning around them when they leave the crime scene with blood on their shirts and a gun that may or may not have been pointed but never used, piles of mangled bodies from 'collaborative traps' and distorted audios calling the remains of another horror story a chance for 'redemption' never stop being found; survivors slam doors in their faces when they come for statements and sob their hearts out at their closed off support meetings— suddenly, it's their place to show remorse, perform the respect and compassion that's lacking in their lovers... and how it impacts them to carry that burden they, against their own better judgement and all good reasoning, carry because they only give this much of a tangible fuck when they're put face to face with that damage.

It's just breathtaking, to wonder how ignorance is bliss and they cover themselves in it for the sake of something they want so badly. The guilt that comes when the blanket slips right off, yanked back by their lovers. Maybe even by themselves, punishment for their own broken vows. Weakness.

[letsgofullpogue]

via threads - netflix

[taetebebe]

I HONESTLY CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS MUCH LONGER

[lydiaas]

KIARA CARERRA & JJ MAYBANK in S03E07 HAPPY ANNIVERSARY I mean, you come in here after stealing from my dad like, “Hey, we’re all good. Let’s go to South America.” So is that a no? Uh, you’re just gonna ghost us?

[arobinwithoutbatman]

@cxpedcrusxder closed starter

It felt too good to be trued, perched on the edge of the Belfry, his new suit blending him into the night as the familiar cape of Batman rustled behind him. But this was reality. Bruce was ready to take on the city again. There would be slips. Jason still had slips and he'd been dealing with the after effects of the Pit far longer than Bruce had, but Batman and Robin were reunited once again. Though Tim had finally shed the traffic light colours after a very long heart to heart with Dick.

He wasn't ready to give up Robin yet but the colours no longer suited him. He wasn't bright and loud, he preferred the stealth approach and always had. It was different, it would change the fighting style of the dynamic duo but they'd trained for this. Taken the time to relearn each other's cues and tells. And honestly? Tim felt so much more at home in all black and with a hood casting extra shadows onto his face. He turned to grin at Batman.

"Ready to go?" He asked. "I can already hear the Bank's alarms going off so I guess that's our first stop."

He probably should have waited but it was habit by now to simply go. There were going to be some teething problems their first night out into the field especially as he hadn't exactly gone into detail about his teleporting. With a running leap, he dived off the roof of the Belfry into the open night, disappearing in a flash and reappearing about a hundred feet from where he started then disappearing again. Blipping in and out of sight and existence.

[backmaskcd]

closed starter for @exmcrtis (beckett)

"Hey Bex," Milo grinned widely at his brother as he entered the space, holding out a paper bag. "So, I've been experimenting with cooking - I'm not bad at it, don't worry - but I made some burritos from what I would imagine they used at Chipotle. I made one special for you."

[destroyalovesu]

"yeah your book has queer characters in it but is it interesting?"

i agree with the sentiment but these kinds of takes always make me think abt myself at age 14, desperately trawling the local small town library for any books with any mention of gay people (there werent many, at least that i could find at the time). i scoured internet forums for lists of queer books, but i didnt know the right key words and what i did find our library or local book stores usually didnt have and wouldve been really expensive to ship to finland. back then i wouldve read the phone book if youd told me there was a queer character in it.

i guess its just hard to get my head around how much more access there is nowadays. just looking for gay books is infinitely easier, theres a million lists online. if i walk into my local bookshop there will always be a gay romance book on the "trending on tiktok" shelf.

ofc these days the popular sentiment is "who cares if theres queer characters in a book, what matters is that its good". and thats a good thing!! its what we deserve!! but damn it sends my head spinning how much things have changed in just a decade

[ravenspeakmuses]

Continued from [x]

"Well, you should, personal space and giving others their personal space is important," great now he felt like some grumpy old man, teaching an young person how to behave.

"It's a little rude," Luka nods, "and personal but huh--It's a--book, notes on a book I'm writting," he lied, "You see why I'm protective of them? I don't want people stealing my ideas, yeah?"

@glitchfms

[troythecatfish]

[phantomrose96]

So I know this isn't anything that like actually needs an apology but it'll make me feel a bit better to say it. Oof whoops this ABoT chapter is super late. Timing kinda sucks since I wanted to have some updates out while s3 was airing but

Been kinda mega busy and stressed since October with the whole condo buying thing which rolled right into immediate day 0 plumbing and boiler issues I had to get fixed and general moving hassle and financial commitment stress and I kinda just fried myself hard. Plus then acclimating to a new place without my familiar street or familiar grocery store or familiar room or any of that. Like there's no "just go home and take your mind off it" to this cuz home is the "it". So I'm just kinda enduring until I can calm the hell down.

And anyway I definitely have progress on ch47, like 7000-ish words of it, but it's the kind of like "there is writing there" and hasn't exactly hit the "there is substance there" that I want ABoT chapters to be. Like this in particular is a chapter I want to be good, not just be done. So it's taking time to get my brain somewhere that can do that.

[exmcrtis]

location: pete's garage

closed starter for: @ghostsbrokenbyfairytales (savannah)

there was a radiating pain shooting up beckett's leg, even as he sat at his desk, and it was making him grouchier than usual. his cane was leaning beside him,but as he caught sight of savannah walking into the shop, he forgot all about it as he shoved himself up to stand, forcing himself to push through that pain so he could approach her, doing his best to hide the very noticeable limp. "if you keep showing up here, we're gonna have to put you on the payroll, and i don't wanna do that. can you save your flirting for after hours?"

[notesofseptember]

And I'm no good at aimin'

But I can aim it at you

[sevcnminutcs]

𖥔 ݁ ˖ CLOSED STARTER FOR: @emotionlcss

𖥔 ݁ ˖ MUSE: Banks Sullivan

𖥔 ݁ ˖ PLOT: Based in source

After a fun night filled with laughter and a few too many drinks, Banks tiptoes out of the living room, heart racing. She glances at her best friends closed door, biting her lip as she sneaks down the hallway toward Tanner's room.

With a quick knock and a smirk, she pushes the door open, finding Tanner sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

"Hey, you awake? Or did I wake you up from a very important game of Candy Crush?" She teases, stepping inside and closing the door behind her, the excitement in her chest bubbling over.