#Basement Boys

[rinxchka]

basement boys !!

i’ll always adore the idea that they’re a group of friends in another life ! this doodle is a little bit old but i thought to share it since plans fell through and i clearly wasn’t gonna be able to render it ~ 😔

[mediumstandards]

Robin is punching a wall

Vance is smoking a cigarette

Billy is teaching griffin how to play checkers while using a chess set

Finney is dissociating

Bruce is trying to flirt with vance

[gayrainbowl3]

WHERE DID THE BLACK PHONE FANDOM GO??? TF?? YALL DISAPPEARED FASTER THAN MY DAD DID, DAMN

Also, mb for the Spanish, it isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if it doesn't make much sense lmao

Anyways, I'm bored and bring this.

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After the Grabber, Finney Blake didn't see much of the ghost boys. They popped up here and there, but he never really got to talk to them.

Especially Robin.

He never got to see Robin.

It pained him more knowing that Robin was there.

He got peeks of him every so often. His messy hair, parts stained and drenched in blood. His voice, talking and sometimes, ever so rarely, laughing.

That was the thing that hurt the most. Like he was intensionally avoiding him. Finney Blake missed his best friend, no matter what Gwen said, or how his dad acted, they couldn't change his pain or grief. He missed laying under the trees and talking, taking walks while locking pinkies, and even just sitting in class. At least then, he knew Robin was there. He was always there. That's what Robin was, he was a constant.

Was.

He got to learn more about the other boys though. Sometimes through run-in's he had with them, or getting the information from family and friends.

Griffin was an only child, his favorite color was blue. Denim blue to be specific. He had a single mother who worked two jobs, yet always made time to have Friday movie nights. He liked to bike around occasionally. He hated being alone.

Finney felt horrible for not knowing anything about him. He felt guilty for having to learn about him like this.

Billy had a younger sister, and a dog that he took nearly everywhere with him. The dog's name was Dottie. He had been the paperboy for about a few months, maybe a year, before it happened. His favorite class was biology. He hated being out late.

Finney felt like he was going to puke once he learned more about him. The guilt was starting to eat at him.

Vance was a mama's boy, and was pretty smart. He had a strong relationship with his mom and they would often cook together, even if Vance occasionally burned everything beyond saving. He loved reading and writing. He hated most men.

Finney felt like sobbing when he finally spoke to Vance's mom. She was so nice, and he finally could see why Vance was always so violent and hotheaded. He was trying to protect her.

Bruce enjoyed math and a good challenge. He loved baseball, which Finney already knew. Bruce had a younger sister who searched for him relentlessly. He liked watching people from afar. He hated bullies.

He cried himself to sleep that night, and nearly screamed until his vocal cords snapped.

Robin. Robin with his pretty tan skin, and nice smile, and protective demeanor. Finney knew all there was to know about Robin, at least, he thought he did. It wasn't until he and Robin's mom finally sat down and spoke that Finney's whole world flipped.

Finney couldn't help but feel mad after.

He felt so many emotions. Anger, grief, sadness, and absolute love and adoration. Finney learned about them all in little ways, he tried his hardest.

He even left little things here and there for them. Popcorn and movies for Griffin. Bike locks and dog figurines for Billy. Baseballs and letters his sister made for Bruce. Chokers and flowers from his mom for Vance. Bandanas and enchiladas for Robin.

They all took and appreciated the gifts, all except Robin, who Finney never seemed to be able to get to. Not until two weeks later, when he finally saw the Mexican boy sitting underneath a tree, staring at him with a soft smile. Finney simply sat next to him and stared. At that moment, it all finally settled in.

Robin was dead. And so were three other boys. Three boys around his age. Three boys who saved him.

His Robin was dead. Never to be the same. Never going to school together again. No more watching movies together. No studying together. Nothing.

So, he let himself cry and cry underneath that tree, cry until he had no more energy to, but the tears never stopped.

In a way, he was still trapped in that basement. The place he lost half of himself. A place people lost their lives.

After the basement, Finney didn't see much of the ghost boys. He saw them, glimpses here and there. Griffin and Billy seemed to be attached by the hip, he never saw one without the other. It was the same way for Bruce and Vance. But Robin however, he didn't see much of.

Yet no matter how much it hurt, he knew it was for his own sanity. Robin loved him. In his own miserable, knowing, grief stricken way, Finney knew what Robin meant. The words he whispered to him under that tree. And he could live with it, sure.

In a way, Robin never left. He knew that. Even if he couldn't always see him, Robin was constantly by his side. And whenever he would want to doubt it, those words rung through his head.

Estoy a tu lado, y lo lograremos juntos mi amor.

I am by your side, and we will make it together my love.

[starlightshadowsworld]

All the boys have tried to bribe Vance to come over, get food or even just spend time with them with arcade tokens.

He denies that it works every time.

[ask-the-mailman]

Awww :(( i wanted to talk with my child but you can also work /j /nm

Hows everyone! :D

@gender-mailman

[house-a-day]

DJ Spen - Trapped When U Dub Me

[fans-on-the-run]

Follow up to psychiatry in the 70's, therapy edition

This is more from personal experience. I wasn't getting therapy in the 70's (i'm old but not quite that old), but I think some things are universal. Like trying to find a therapist that isn't crazier than you are.

It's late and I'm feeling vulnerable, so let's go.

First of all, under normal circumstances, therapy is hard to get. Between availability, insurance (mine has a limit on how many visits I can have in a year that they'll pay for), and cost, it's tough. That's the first hurdle.

Second, some therapists honestly should not be seeing anyone. When I was on my parent's insurance, they picked the people I saw. One of these was a Christian based therapist who told me once that I had demon possession. He didn't offer an exorcism either, just straight up said I was possessed by a blood demon and that was why I self-harmed. I wish now I had told my mom or told him to go fuck himself. (I did tell mom recently and she was horrified.)

I've had other doozies, but none on that level. But people get into therapy (or social work, or special education teachers) for reasons. They're not always good ones.

So in tbp, if the Basement Boys make it out of the basement, they're going to have to deal with that. I can imagine the worst of what I've personally scene, doubled.

[noxcheshire]

Yandere! Damian x Danny

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The Al Ghul’s did not believe in love.

In strength, intelligence, in power — always.

But love is a word, a title to use, to manipulate and create whatever they wished from another.

This is a fact: the Al Ghul’s did not believe in love, nor did they feel it.

But Damian thinks that perhaps this is close to it. This funny little feeling in his chest that burns and aches in a way that leaves him breathless. That funny little feeling in his bones that itches to hold Daniel close until he is rooted into his shape and scent. That funny little feeling in his throat that wanted to bite Daniel until only the scars of his teeth remained and Daniel’s blood spilled and stained with life turned cold.

Damian knows this is love, because what else is this need to possess and hold, and tear every other inch of Daniel apart from this world and make him his own?

[eurodynamic]

JOE SANTAGATO — The Basement Yard Podcast

[buggachat]

(random s5 finale musings) tbh I don't think Marinette chose to keep The Secrets™ from Adrien because Gabriel asked her to. I feel like Marinette keeping secrets like that is so consistent with her character; she hates giving people bad news, she hates rocking the boat, she hates upsetting people, she always chooses to keep any 'controversial' information to herself for as long as she can get away with (examples: bubbler scarf, telling Queen Bee she was benched, confessing to Adrien, warning Chat Noir about Scarabella or Rena Furtive, never told Chat Noir about Chat Blanc, etc) that I just totally believe she would've done it either way. She was even already having nightmares about Adrien hating her for finding out she defeated his father, so I feel like Gabriel's request was moreso giving her a go-ahead than it was a primary deciding factor, yknow?

[tomfrogisblue]

Big fan of whenever a creator from one of the other languages meets Bad for the first time and he tells them his name is BadBoyHalo and explains it to them

Then they fucking hit it off and later the creator explains to him that no, he is not a bad boy, he is a good boy, he is GoodBoyHalo

[starlightshadowsworld]

Vance Hopper learns to drive his mother's car.

And all the other basement boys bribe him with pinball machine tokens and snacks to give them rides.

[cozylittleartblog]

when valve has enough money to buy god, but they let bots ruin their game for 5 years and dox people 🤖🔫 #FIXTF2

everyone who signs this 100k+ petition will have their name printed and sent to valve HQ. this shit is unacceptable.

[ask-the-mailman]

Hello my delusional children! /silly

@gender-mailman

[urpervybigbrother]

kidnapping a pretty boy to lock up in my basement and dressing him up in a cute skirt and letting him choose between me hurting him or fucking him and he doesn’t answer (just a bunch of silly pleas to let him go 🙄) so i say “okay fucking it is” and start undoing my belt and he goes “wait wait no i choose the hurting” because he doesn’t want to lose his virginity to rape so i beat him within an inch of his life (with a belt, a whip, a cattle prod, cane, just slapping, all of it) until he’s begging me to fuck him instead <3