#(im so sorry about him)

[temeyes]

High five? :3

this idiot,,,,,,,

[2kyears]

The vampire pauses for a brief moment, observing the other. Unlike those in his kind, he doesn't revel in the bloodlust, he doesn't like KILLING humans. But for someone else to have taken the moral low-ground? To have already done the dirty work and presented him with the aftermath? Normally, the thought of cold blood, congealing on a knife would disgust him. The thought of blood that he hadn't VETTED to ensure it was from a vegan disgusted him and perhaps, he would have a stomachache later, but he wouldn't let that be shown to the clown.

He truly had been nice to him for bringing him such an offering. And although Maurice was not hungry, the smell of the blood and the sight of the red liquid caused his fangs to descend, a low purr escaping his lips as he grabbed the knife from the other, licking along the sharp blade, slicing the fragile skin of his tongue as he did so. The blood is cold but sickly sweet, an indication of untreated diabetes perhaps. It wasn't as DISGUSTING as he thought it would be. The person had a rather low-meat diet, at the very least.

His own blood trickled down from his mouth, and he wipes it with the back of his hand, smearing it along his chin. "This was a very nice gift." His voice is quiet, green-hues observing the blood stained upon the others hands.

"Do you need help getting rid of the rest?"

continued // @t-errifier

[attroxx]

❛ @empyreous said . . . “Come on. Let’s get it wrapped up.” (dom from lucifer!) ❜

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇. without warning he yanks his arm from the other's grip, taking a slight tumble backwards but easily regains his balance. he didn't need anything ' wrapped up '. he is a damn demon for hell's sake. was he an idiot ? probably, dom thinks easily. the large bruise on his arm slowly begins to fade till nothing is left but pale skin once more. dark eyes lift toward lucifer, annoyance filling his stare.

❛ i don't need your fucking help, thanks. ❜ he spits, appearing more like a pissed off feline than a demon at the moment. his opposite hand rubs where lucifer touched, as if the other's skin was poisonous.

injuries meme. �� accepting.

[arachnidiots-a]

@spinxeret said : “now what is that supposed to mean?” to peter parker

“uhhhhhh….. well-“ peter’s mind immediately flicks to everything his aunt, and his friends like mj have ever said to him in times like this: shut up. shut up if you know what’s good for you. think. he shrugs, hands clapping together as he stumbles over how to phrase what’s going on in his mind. it’s coming up blank, and nothing more than uhms and ohs. “i don’t know!” 

suit on from head to toe, he’s glad she can’t see his face and the embarrassment that colors his face entirely. the mj before him is no mj he’s met before and YEAH maybe ‘oh… old! you’re not the right one’ wasn’t the best thing to say when he realized, but he’s in it now.

“i’m sorry! i was looking for m- some other else person uhm… i’m so sorry. you’re not old. you’re just… older? than who i was- yeah i’m so sorry.” his head hangs down in shame.

[paintedcrows]

Revelations - Little peek at a longer continuation to my Stan & Bill accidental internet buddies comic!

After the reveal, Stan initially doesn't want to tell Ford his (former) internet best friend was Bill Cipher, because he doesn't want him to worry. Stan later doesn't want to tell Ford because he (and Bill) would rather die.

[stil-lindigo]

hobie motherfuckin' brown!!!!!!

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

UGHGJHTGH THEYRE SO FAMILY TO MEEEE

[bluegiragi]

blindspot (part 1)

early access + nsfw on patreon monster!AU masterpost

[wojtekaneko]

That's how it went

[jollymalt]

dressing up my favourite zaunite

[hinamie]

i'm exactly as normal about him as I thought I'd be

[slavhew]

lonely

[mintaikk]

I fuck hard with Asexual Venom, but the idea of Venom, an alien whose species doesn't breed sexually and don't have concepts of sex, being sexually attracted to some boring sad and sweaty white guy he picked up on the streets is just so funny to me

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[astronnova]

danny phantom cast explorations and thoughts :v